On Loss
A Love Has Died
1114.2020
A love has died.
I will bury it beneath
Twisted branches
Where flowers will bloom
In every color but blue,
And reverent birds will flock to their boughs,
Singing before their quiet triumph -
m.c.f.
A Love Has Died
1114.2020
A love has died.
I will bury it beneath
Twisted branches
Where flowers will bloom
In every color but blue,
And reverent birds will flock to their boughs,
Singing before their quiet triumph -
m.c.f.