What more than a day,
a week,
a month,
a lifetime?
Felt the kiss of the cold sun
and the heat of a black swan
Engorged on the scent of too many flowers
I may find the paths
to move to my final instant
What more than a day,
a week,
a month,
a lifetime?
Felt the kiss of the cold sun
and the heat of a black swan
Engorged on the scent of too many flowers
I may find the paths
to move to my final instant