A DANGEROUS, DAMP & DARK CLOUD
MAKES THE SKIES THUNDER.
AS A FRUITFUL SORROW POURS
ON ME, I BEGIN TO WONDER…
DOES THE SKY BLOOM
FOR THE FLOWER?
OR DOES THE FLOWER BLOOM
FOR THE SKY?
ONE CRIES FLOODS
IN THE FACE OF BLISS,
AS THE OTHER SMILES
EVEN WHILE THE SNAKES HISS.
BUT WHAT ARE THEY
WITHOUT EACH OTHER?
CAN YOU EVER CHOOSE ONE
OVER THE OTHER?
THE SEASON OF DOWNPOUR
MONSOON FOR A
SOFT LILY’S FLUORESCENT ROAR