" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Sunday, June 19, 2005
a rare confession of untainted feelings...
there is no subtleties amongst these words no hidden meanings, only what i feel.
sometimes, it's easier to simply write what you mean instead of concealing them in a spiral of words.
for you,
i have a flower here lying in my heart that is yours to keep but would you ever accept it?
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