Dec 2012
I have wept in endless meadows
while I have plucked
the petals of every single flower
that I have laid my fingers upon
and each time they tell me,
“He loves me not,”
I find another flower.
while I have plucked
the petals of every single flower
that I have laid my fingers upon
and each time they tell me,
“He loves me not,”
I find another flower.
