with their love
they scarred the trees
and left me to wonder
under their leaves
if their romance
carved that day
survived the seasons
or fell by the way
like late blossoms
fragrance done
dry on the ground
passions fleeting gone
with their love
they scarred the trees
and left me to wonder
under their leaves
if their romance
carved that day
survived the seasons
or fell by the way
like late blossoms
fragrance done
dry on the ground
passions fleeting gone