Beauty is often lost
Just to be picked up by wondering youths.
No petal unturned each torn away and set free.
Where the fragrant prayers rise from the discarded sound of each love me not.
May each step be softer for those who follow.
May freshly pruned branches be placed around your intimate tables with new wine and laughter
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Beauty is often lost
Just to be picked up by wondering youths.
No petal unturned each torn away and set free.
Where the fragrant prayers rise from the discarded sound of each love me not.
May each step be softer for those who follow.
May freshly pruned branches be placed around your intimate tables with new wine and laughter
