11:31 pm
nature is fecund but fickle
one year they leave you to starve
the next, they kill you with love
that year, the branches were torn beneath the weight
this year, they sing in the wind
why is the measure of love loss?
11:31 pm
nature is fecund but fickle
one year they leave you to starve
the next, they kill you with love
that year, the branches were torn beneath the weight
this year, they sing in the wind
why is the measure of love loss?