Each day grows bitter
And many flowers wither
I once saw the crows of night
I held my heart in my hands
Afraid it'll shatter even more
Oh the crows are everywhere
I'm afraid , I'm afraid
The crown of dark
Upon the top of my mountain
from up above, from up above
YOU ARE READING
Roses (A Poetry Book)
PuisiRoses growing over a grave , A heart broken .... Tears flowing.
