spring and cemeteryA Poem by sea lily
the sun still shines,
as i fly by gates and green... where the dead sleep. who were once as alive as i am assumed to be. now the dying flowers creep over ceramic urns to embrace their silent charges. taking nourishment from tears, that fade them from within. now i find i have to die, to have flowers placed over my sleeping head. now i know, that when i go, my flowers will flourish instead. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on March 16, 2009 Last Updated on March 16, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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