THE DEAD FLOWER

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

My love
like a fallen flower
rotting in the dead grass
going back to the earth
from whence it came…
Senseless
Empty
Hollow…
It seems as if
there is no meaning
to this life
All things are lost
in the mists of time
Everything dies
The sun sets
The moon rises
We are shrouded in darkness
I sit here
staring at a dead flower
with a heavy heart
A cold wind blows
and tells me nothing,
nothing at all…

 

THB3

 

 

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