Beautiful and silent,
like flowers on the wall
capturing the sun,
and glow of summer,
and joy
of that moment
when picked,
now withered away
to be passed without a glance,
until discarded
as a memory.
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Thursday, November 5, 2015
Flowers On the Wall
(from The Book Must Burn)
Beautiful and silent,
like flowers on the wall
capturing the sun,
and glow of summer,
and joy
of that moment
when picked,
now withered away
to be passed without a glance,
until discarded
as a memory.
Beautiful and silent,
like flowers on the wall
capturing the sun,
and glow of summer,
and joy
of that moment
when picked,
now withered away
to be passed without a glance,
until discarded
as a memory.
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