Its hand was near,
and I was nowhere.
Death’s love affair is an unfolding yarn,
and a love affair with death is as
exquisite as a buffalo yawn.
- Created: November 04, 2022
- Collections: Digital
Its hand was near,
and I was nowhere.
Death’s love affair is an unfolding yarn,
and a love affair with death is as
exquisite as a buffalo yawn.