I write so that the light, at the tunnel's end, won't die. The loaf cheers the glory of the blood spilled around it; the stones have a savor and color; the flowers have the kiss's weight. I write so the friend won't die forever; no tree bends...
I write so that the light, at the tunnel's end, won't die. The loaf cheers the glory of the blood spilled around it; the stones have a savor and color; the flowers have the kiss's weight. I write so the friend won't die forever; no tree bends...
