Nov 2014
spring will come
when the wind is young
and the harvest of hopes
still awaits for the unspoken
i am sitting at the funeral of my heart
while it is so busy to bloom
into the silence of stones
when the wind is young
and the harvest of hopes
still awaits for the unspoken
i am sitting at the funeral of my heart
while it is so busy to bloom
into the silence of stones
