Brimming with the waters of life,
the cloud rained over the little flower-
And the flower wrinkled.
Nourished by the green earth
the flower reached out for the cloud-
And the cloud disappeared.
Love, sometimes, is cruel.
Brimming with the waters of life,
the cloud rained over the little flower-
And the flower wrinkled.
Nourished by the green earth
the flower reached out for the cloud-
And the cloud disappeared.
Love, sometimes, is cruel.
Sweet… and partly true