Day 252

Free interpretation of Where the wild roses grow by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.

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On the last day, I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, “All beauty must die”
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

About Gisela

Gisela / born -81 / artist, musician and art educator / Sweden
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