“today, it is Sabrina’s song. the next, a goodbye dirge”
a begining of everything beautiful:
what i thought
an end of everything beautiful:
what i got
water colour / cardboard paper
splash some colours / make still art dance surugede
or not?
a song sung for love:
what i thought
a bliss as brief as life:
what i got
unsteady hand / scanty paintbrush
wilted roses / gasping for air
how sour does love taste?
