- 2025.1.8
We live a life,
Where every breath heralds death,
A slow drifting,
With no looking back.
Thus every living thing
Breathes forth a form of heroism
Whose habitation is only in Art.
We live a life,
Where every breath heralds death,
A slow drifting,
With no looking back.
Thus every living thing
Breathes forth a form of heroism
Whose habitation is only in Art.