Life Cycle
In the womb
Of a mother
I am with blood
And from the seed
Of the sky
I am with life.
Of a mother
I am with blood
And from the seed
Of the sky
I am with life.
And made
My day breathes
My shadow flees
Nearer my waiting grave
Which smells of dust
Of sad bygone.
My day breathes
My shadow flees
Nearer my waiting grave
Which smells of dust
Of sad bygone.
August 16, 2008 at 4:39 am
I felt great when opened and listened the background song you used here. My first expereinced and really observes the uniqueness. Keep up the good work and please share with me your talents.
August 16, 2008 at 8:15 am
Thanks for your appreciation.