Regret
For in the spiral of remorse, where colors twist and bend,
There’s a beauty in the broken, a beginning in the end.
Regret, a teacher silent, in psychedelic hues,
Leads us to forgiveness, in the dawn’s renewing views.
For in the spiral of remorse, where colors twist and bend,
There’s a beauty in the broken, a beginning in the end.
Regret, a teacher silent, in psychedelic hues,
Leads us to forgiveness, in the dawn’s renewing views.
