Pedal MosaicA Poem by ~EOPersonal RearrangementDevils take shape of many form, Born from pedals fallen, counted, mourned, One pedal to the ground, she loves me not, As others follow, my count, I forgot, Criss-cross on pedal carpet, In hand, the stems, A Basket, Innocent cradle of colors, To most; to me, A Casket, Drastic attempts for frantic flower reconstruction, Its possible, lest I fall for Devil seductions.
© 2015 ~EOAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 10, 2015 Last Updated on July 10, 2015 Author~EOBremerton, WAAboutMy name is Enrique Alberto Otanez, I am from Bremerton WA and I am In my early twenties. I have been writing for more than half my life as, not just an activity that I hold dearly; but at points being.. more..Writing
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