Poetry From my Rotting Soul

9/19/23 - 12:?? pm

A new day, a new morn,
a new day to be reborn-
Walk through the flowers
to feel their rejoice,
Walk through the flowers
to feel their sorrow-

mourn for roses,
mourn for lilies,
Go, go - go and sin-
mourn the feild you
ignorantly feast in.