And every time she’d accused someone
she’d caused harm
And every time she’d confused someone
she’d caused harm
And yet the righting seemed impossible.
So the writing became impossible.
Bloomwords
The mud, the lotus and the pale golden blue.
The mud, the lotus and the pale golden blue.
And every time she’d accused someone
she’d caused harm
And every time she’d confused someone
she’d caused harm
And yet the righting seemed impossible.
So the writing became impossible.
