A Poem A Day
Apr. 10th, 2014 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
riotheclownBody Language
How could a breath be so?
Despair
scoops out the mellon of all folly and leaves a chasm,
sighs
reach a depth where sadness lives,
and nothing else can grow.
How could a breath be so?
Despair
scoops out the mellon of all folly and leaves a chasm,
sighs
reach a depth where sadness lives,
and nothing else can grow.
