A new blossom unfurls In my conscience Beautiful and dark and heady. I want to cherish each petal Of the flower of loss, But I can't forget the garden: My weeds need tending, too.
A new blossom unfurls In my conscience Beautiful and dark and heady. I want to cherish each petal Of the flower of loss, But I can't forget the garden: My weeds need tending, too.