I've been thinking.
I've been thinking about the
swollen purple fists
swollen purple fists
in my garden
that will rise
then fall dead before my eyes.
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I've been thinking.
I've been thinking about
the wings in my tree
that have fluttered down
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then fall dead before my eyes.
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I've been thinking.
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I've been thinking about
the wings in my tree
that have fluttered down
only to fly off and
be no more.
be no more.
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Then there are
the hydrangeas
that stand along the fence
like stiff soldiers
without protest.
the hydrangeas
that stand along the fence
like stiff soldiers
without protest.
Withered in the snow
they wait for their dazzling
heads to nod victory
Because if a flower that
cannot bleed
dies
to shed its seed
and if a bird that cannot cry
sings humble praise to the
cannot bleed
dies
to shed its seed
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and if a bird that cannot cry
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sings humble praise to the
most high
then that which comes
and goes on
must
RISE AGAIN.
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~So then~
What about Us Who Can Love?
Love is forever but it starts now.
Happy Life Eternal, Everybody.
Sunday 31 March 2013
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then that which comes
and goes on
must
RISE AGAIN.
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~So then~
What about Us Who Can Love?
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Love is forever but it starts now.
Happy Life Eternal, Everybody.
Sunday 31 March 2013
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