 after the storm of passion - after the rainfall of lust - the solitary flower stands still in the shiny dust the smirking sun is rising - clenching its fiery fist the flower can only await its fate unable to turn or twist the tiniest bug can scamper away the smallest bird find shade the flower can only await its fate an unchaperoned maid |
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
the flower
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