My Lotus
written by: I.V.C.
A flower blooms,
where it feels unorthodox.
Lost petals fill a tomb,
in which was faux.
None left to lie,
none left to lay,
She had died
far before that day.
My Lotus
written by: I.V.C.
A flower blooms,
where it feels unorthodox.
Lost petals fill a tomb,
in which was faux.
None left to lie,
none left to lay,
She had died
far before that day.
