The Crumbled Flower

August 27, 2010


With the bloom of the flower, I move on
With the break of the dawn, I move on
With each heart ache, I learn to let go
With each barrier built, I learn to forgo.

I am just a weak mortal

looking for meanings, as I ponder

I shall crumble, as a dry

I know my fate,

I know the set dye.


RESTLESS
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