what passion do i have,
what hatred do i keep,
what love do i treasure,
the recipient of all, i know not--
let it be who, let it be what,
let it be for none, i care not;
for they rage inside me,
they lash and scream,
they grow flowers in my trail,
they let burn all i touch,
and it is beautiful.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
what passion do i have,
what hatred do i keep,
what love do i treasure,
the recipient of all, i know not--
let it be who, let it be what,
let it be for none, i care not;
for they rage inside me,
they lash and scream,
they grow flowers in my trail,
they let burn all i touch,
and it is beautiful.
September 20, 2020
