An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.
*
The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.
*
Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.
*
The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.
*
Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.