Legacy
White petals scattered on the dark wet deck in the morning sun;
Faces in the Metro, no doubt.
Adrift not from Paris.
It’s a dowry, yes,
what is loved well
still remains.
White petals scattered on the dark wet deck in the morning sun;
Faces in the Metro, no doubt.
Adrift not from Paris.
It’s a dowry, yes,
what is loved well
still remains.