Before Death
The agony is like golden dust aswirled, Above me a yellow flower’s aflutter. Never before was there such fragrance In my little room—my great world. My weak hand reached for the yellow flower, Trying to […]
The agony is like golden dust aswirled, Above me a yellow flower’s aflutter. Never before was there such fragrance In my little room—my great world. My weak hand reached for the yellow flower, Trying to […]