In tatters,in tatters.
Again in tatters,this is my life
For food I pick herbs by the roadside.
In the moonlight I sit meditating all night long.
Looking at 9the flowers I forget to return home.
As much fuel as I need,
Is supplied by the wind
These fallen leaves I gather
If my robe dyed black
Were wide and broad enough
I would cover all the poor people of the world
Under my sleeves.
Thanks everyone always tc!
❤AILJHE❤
I knew this was gonna be a sort of poem cuz, I was wondering how poverty sings 😂