The earth has too much filth
and me a woman in it,
have I not received my fair share of it?
Cold seasons, too many...
when will she throw up her burdens from within?
when will we breathe the white snow of pure tranquility together?
Oh, how I always wonder how hearts wither and die...
but I just can't,
I can't give up,
not on
Love.
-L.D.