
The Watering Can
I’m late.
You’re starting to wilt
In my desert of guilt.
Still, you wait.
I pour this imitation of the rain:
An ample life, a fate.
The Watering Can
I’m late.
You’re starting to wilt
In my desert of guilt.
Still, you wait.
I pour this imitation of the rain:
An ample life, a fate.