Let me die a death unknown,
Someone open the earth, my home,
I’ll fertilise, perhaps a resting spot for a lovers moan,
Or the soil bed of a seed to be sewn.
-W.E.
Let me die a death unknown,
Someone open the earth, my home,
I’ll fertilise, perhaps a resting spot for a lovers moan,
Or the soil bed of a seed to be sewn.
-W.E.