4:00 PM By iNFiNiteSaDNeSS In: grass flower, love, pain 1 comment Grass Flower III Pleasure they say, is but momentaryWhy then is pain, forever?Gnawing away, from the insideI shrink and I shrink moreHappiness would have beenin remembering the flowerNot as one pretty thingBut as a speck in the meadow Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
1 comments:
sir,
is this you advocating to be one with the herd?
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