You spoke of a garden filled to the brim,
Of beautiful foliage and a divine aroma,
Of cascades of colors and an air of grace.
But I slept too late to smell the flowers
They were probably dead all along anyways.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
You spoke of a garden filled to the brim,
Of beautiful foliage and a divine aroma,
Of cascades of colors and an air of grace.
But I slept too late to smell the flowers
They were probably dead all along anyways.
