A Rhetorical Ending, A Questioned BeginningThe grass breathes as the wind increasesAnd so I lay, on broken piecesWaiting to inhaleAnd exhale, so brokenFor through my thought, no words are spoken
The grass breathes as the wind increasesAnd so I lay, on broken piecesWaiting to inhaleAnd exhale, so brokenFor through my thought, no words are spoken