succumbed in
--death--
bed of roses
i almost forgot why
i was here
moonlight across the room
shone through dusted stuffs
nearly broken, eaten by age
oh my fallen angel,
where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PuisiA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
