Do you not believe that death lives
inside a cherry’s sun?
Cannot a kiss of spring
also kill you?
Do you believe that ahead of you
grief carries the flag of your destiny?
And in the skull do you discover
your ancestry condemned to bone?
Do you not believe that death lives
inside a cherry’s sun?
Cannot a kiss of spring
also kill you?
Do you believe that ahead of you
grief carries the flag of your destiny?
And in the skull do you discover
your ancestry condemned to bone?