Epitaph, by Dark Neko Subscribe to rss feed for <b>Dark Neko</b>

Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here I sleep.

On my ground, tears shower,
sorrow, bathing my tombstones,
for me, do not weep.
Posted: 2005-10-15 17:53:44 UTC

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