obtuse badger
Supple and sweet is the wind from the trees
Our love has blossomed to bear out its teeth
Ten years of growth where we watered ourselves
But hallow thy wilt, when the leaves went and fell
Up in the hills, there’s a whispering song
A changing of seasons, a time to be warned
A flicker; a tick: a sobering light
We look at ourselves and we’re wondering why
“Oh why, have you never changed?”
“Why, can’t I say your name?”
No, I haven’t faltered, nor fallen from flight
So, why can’t I stop the passing of time?
Why must i lose what’s mine?
Why must I stand in line?
Why must I say goodbye?
Why must I say goodbye?
fast falcon
who hurt you???
astral crane
sick rose
