
I poured myself
into the earth;
only the flowers
would know my pain.
And I thought,
I might drown,
I might die
a thousand deaths,
before I would ever
bloom again.
But bloom I did, again and again.
I poured myself
into the earth;
only the flowers
would know my pain.
And I thought,
I might drown,
I might die
a thousand deaths,
before I would ever
bloom again.
But bloom I did, again and again.