All that I love.
Like all that I know.
Just a handful of daisies
picked before fall’s first snow.
Little matters, matter little.
Desire the unanswered golden riddle.
"My barn having burnt down, I could now see the moon"
All that I love.
Like all that I know.
Just a handful of daisies
picked before fall’s first snow.
Little matters, matter little.
Desire the unanswered golden riddle.