
The peach blossom sways,
As the bitter, crimson ants
Tear her to pieces
(Omens are aplenty, take your pick.)
© Zelda Reville
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
The peach blossom sways,
As the bitter, crimson ants
Tear her to pieces
(Omens are aplenty, take your pick.)
© Zelda Reville