And then she left. No one gets over a selfish mother. It takes more time than one life’s got To mend Such meaninglessness So the poets And the painters, The doctors and the pastors Rush bedside To eulogize the moment of your Enlightenment in passing Gentile still Mother goose with a quill sings your storyContinue reading “Lullabies of butterflies “
It was all hollow. It has always been hollow.