The death of the sister in the forest
Around you:
The naked branches of your melancholy.
Your mouth wept fallen leaves,
Your gaze was open:
Real and unreal as death.
Background: forced work in the forest.
Around you:
The naked branches of your melancholy.
Your mouth wept fallen leaves,
Your gaze was open:
Real and unreal as death.
Background: forced work in the forest.