On Broken Wings

In loneliness there is only darkness

Monday, April 22, 2013

The death
The flower of love opens
Unfolds to an unknown destiny -
Then screams blood-red
Already it has began
to die.
R. Scott.
Posted by Roan Scott at 6:00 AM
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