To have witnessed youth, twilight woods shingle a blackened rose.
Yet blind speculations of blood, we drown. Tilted arms, hollow reflections within harmonious waves of spirited inflections.
A blackened rose
A blackened rose
Deeply I contemplate the transient nature of human life.
Realizing from beginning to end, life is impermanent such as an illusion.
Delusions of grandeur?
Truthful as time?
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
To have witnessed youth, twilight woods shingle a blackened rose.
Yet blind speculations of blood, we drown. Tilted arms, hollow reflections within harmonious waves of spirited inflections.
A blackened rose
A blackened rose
Deeply I contemplate the transient nature of human life.
Realizing from beginning to end, life is impermanent such as an illusion.
Delusions of grandeur?
Truthful as time?