The one with depression
I’ve come to the end of my days
My little short fuse of a time is to fly
stopped searching for the cave in which it lays
all my sorrows, where the last tears are drawn from
where all the pictures of the past have lost their smile
where the black ink has started to dry
It is but a scissor I need to cut off this red
To let it breathe with a new breath so fresh
To...
Tuesday 22nd November 2022 8:11 pm
Cause I Can't Remember
The wind has flown and the pieces of sand are in the night sky
The moon has left and the sun’s waiting for her turn to arrive
The frog has jumped from leaf to leaf and has left ripples nearby
For these ripples have seamlessly blended that I don’t remember
I don’t remember from where these red roses have become mine
I have watched by the years as if they were places on a map
...Tuesday 22nd November 2022 8:06 pm
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