Alt Cinema 7
I walked your flowers to the streets edge
reds and yellows
pure from your hands, fragrant
and I fell into
the soft cup of the earth
dampened, low
on our tears together
and the knowledge of wounds that
soon should heal
I walked your flowers to the streets edge
reds and yellows
pure from your hands, fragrant
and I fell into
the soft cup of the earth
dampened, low
on our tears together
and the knowledge of wounds that
soon should heal