Sep 2017
Nature is dying again
But, I call death my friend
Vivid greens fade away
The loveliest palette
I hear the crunch of skeletons
Colorful corpse parade
Another season spun
From mournful serenades.
But, I call death my friend
Vivid greens fade away
The loveliest palette
I hear the crunch of skeletons
Colorful corpse parade
Another season spun
From mournful serenades.
I like to speak in metaphors from time to time.
