Poems from asalmoiraghi
Everything?Or nothing?
Everything is the way the flower blooms,
and the nothing is the way it shrivels and dies.
Everything is in the way...
Everything?Or nothing?
Everything is the way the flower blooms,
and the nothing is the way it shrivels and dies.
Everything is in the way...
There once was a girl,
who’s hair twirled in a gentle curl.
This girl’s was named Red,
because of the blood she had shed,
such a sad...