Oh, how our petals fall
from the depths of our eyes;
the reminiscence of our small
and warmly stricken sky.
Oh, how it crumbles mutely
striking hard upon the earth;
the ground now bleeds acutely
and still, we drown in mirth.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Oh, how our petals fall
from the depths of our eyes;
the reminiscence of our small
and warmly stricken sky.
Oh, how it crumbles mutely
striking hard upon the earth;
the ground now bleeds acutely
and still, we drown in mirth.