Profusion burst, but
At the end of days,
Like a sunflower.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
Profusion burst, but
At the end of days,
Like a sunflower.
I wrote these three lines as an opening to a longer piece, then after a long time sitting and staring and looking daft I realised I couldn't really add to it without diminishing the whole.
