Part 3 — Despair
Reading edition
Despair hangs in the broken folds of my garments; It clogs my footsteps, Like snow in the cherry bloom. In my heart is the sorrow Of years like red leaves buried in snow.
Reading edition
Despair hangs in the broken folds of my garments; It clogs my footsteps, Like snow in the cherry bloom. In my heart is the sorrow Of years like red leaves buried in snow.