05-29-2018, 06:19 PM
Stains grow to reveal a timid mess
below the winter mask.
Rotten leaves, new sprouts,
it´s spring; roots hope again.
Endless circle-jerk;
To hope and absence,
and back and forth.
below the winter mask.
Rotten leaves, new sprouts,
it´s spring; roots hope again.
Endless circle-jerk;
To hope and absence,
and back and forth.
The Chronicles of Lethargia