The roses seed, the roses promulgate...
the sweet, longing scent wafts the autumn night
The thorns desiccate, the petals scatter...
and the gardener burns away the dry husks to mourn the passing
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
2005 wordings (2)
時間 12:20 AM
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