I pick petals off
Brown flowers as the charcoal
Clouds hide the sun, I'm
Lost in endless corridors
Filled with whispers of nothing
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
I pick petals off
Brown flowers as the charcoal
Clouds hide the sun, I'm
Lost in endless corridors
Filled with whispers of nothing
Tanka
