Withering Roses
2023-03-07T11:21:03-05:00What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in
The hum came from afar. A Child's tune winding through the slender
It stared right back. The pale siren I faced stood there across
Always (only) a campfire guitarist, My hands sift stiff through the strings.
For WOMAN, LIFE, LIBERTY For dancing in the alleys and street For