NAKED
FLOWERS.
The
broken and neglected world is like
A
dream within a dream.
Nothing
is real, except death.
The
end of reason is like reason unknown,
And
unknown things are grown from desperation.
Take
pride in your realization. Grows like a
flower
In
a seed.
Write
books on paper. Seek wisdom from Bibles.
The
growth is in the knowing that tomorrow will never come.
Wisdom
is in the grain of the seed, and flowers will bloom,
And
trees will fall, and the bees will stop buzzing
Around
naked flowers.
The
broken and neglected, steels of commerce, are proud
And
shadowed by grief and doubt. The pain of
love is in
Love. Sunlight falls through cracks in windows,
And
the pain speaks through, calls with voices on
The
faraway wind.
Everything
is etched in time, shadowed by dew on
A
forgotten world.
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