There are graveyards of people who are alive,
Written 2024-03-16
There are graveyards of people who are alive,
One of them is mine,
Showered with wreaths of lies,
Visited by mockingbirds who sing a colorless lament of bliss now unknown
Written 2024-03-16
There are graveyards of people who are alive,
One of them is mine,
Showered with wreaths of lies,
Visited by mockingbirds who sing a colorless lament of bliss now unknown