I looked at the skyWith tears, anguish, and wrath As if the stars will align;
It seems I’ve all been put into the ring with death Although I will not win the fight I’ll try to last as many rounds as I can
I may not have it all together,
Each time I catch a whiff Of rosemary, I remember you. The scent welcomed me…
Your grace,Your face,Your trace,You have me strung like a shoelace on a field of…