IN YOUR FRAGILE SELFAS IF THE YEARS HAVE PLAYED WITH CUNNINGPLAYFUL WHIMS HAVE CRASHED INTO YOUR FACEAND AN ASHEN SADNESSHAS FROZEN IN YOUR EYES....
UPON YOUR DEEPLY BOWED SHOULDERSJOURNEYS OF SORROW WEIGH SO HEAVILYTHE WAIL OF THE MURKY RIVER DROWNED OUT YOUR WAIL
MONKS’ CROSSES HAD BLOCKED YOUR PATHWITH “BLESSED” WATER THEY CONJURED TORCHES BEFORE YOUAH... SAD WORLD UPON YOUR FRAGILE SELFHOW MANY TRACES IT HAS LEFT.




