The leaves of color in the trees of night
And the blue-green vine joining the sky to the trees,
The great-bodied wind
Spares them. Avalanche, through its transparent head
The light, a swarm of insects, vibrates and dies out.
Miracle unclothed, crumbling, rupture
For a single being.
The loveliest unknown
Is always dying.
Stars of her heart in the eyes of everyone.
-Capital of Pain
Mothers are nature's promise that you will have a friend for life!(Thanks for that one Gabriel)
She knows it, she can feel birth and death, truth and untruth of everything.
She knows it, she can feel birth and death, truth and untruth of everything.
