(Poem #389 on new numbering scheme)
Let's pick some flowers. Then we'll contemplate how vibrant colors yield to deep despair and we'll decide, spontaneously, that there's nothing left to live for in this world.
(Poem #389 on new numbering scheme)
Let's pick some flowers. Then we'll contemplate how vibrant colors yield to deep despair and we'll decide, spontaneously, that there's nothing left to live for in this world.