I wouldn't mind<br />if life left me...<br /><br />wingless<br /><br />burnt to cinders<br />ripped by storms<br />scattered...like weeds<br /><br />celestially wounded<br /><br />without cherry blossoms<br />to perish with<br /><br />but I would cry<br />with head held in my hands<br />if it left me...<br /><br />unfulfilled.