Like the trees in autumn breeze
I want to shed my skin
gently how a mandarin is peeled.
Let it all go
leaf per leaf
and see what stays.
For when spring comes
I can rise from the ashes
and bloom with nature.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Like the trees in autumn breeze
I want to shed my skin
gently how a mandarin is peeled.
Let it all go
leaf per leaf
and see what stays.
For when spring comes
I can rise from the ashes
and bloom with nature.
I like to think about it as self deconstruction instead of self destruction.
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