![]() Flores para los muertos (Flowers for The Dead)A Poem by Joshua LeanAs sunlight deigned to set behind moody dales, Happiness, having nothing else to do flew into her head intending to stay the night..only for her delectation, of course. It found no room. I watch as she sang..the melodies bursting out of her lips in sparkling streams…watering the daffodils that grew near the porch. Unknowingly engaging in the ancient art of regeneration. Shhh… You put your hand in the world and you heal it, for a moment..we all breathe the breath of redemption.. You face the blitzkrieg.. Its not okay to be scared..they said. Soon,you will fall…fall like Sodom.
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4 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorJoshua LeanAboutI am a worker in words. And these words cannot be made to work for others. They are slaves to neither party nor position. more..Writing
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