the word perfection
an unachievable faith, most say
the distrust seeping through those
lips, never fully embracing the beauty of mother nature
green sorrow raining down the willow
lake fallen fast into the horizon, blending with the ever-blue sky
soft petals blooming, one day to seeds once again
we may be no different from that purity
destined to return where we have once came
here solely for c...