Let Them Eat FlowersA Poem by VictorI am among the wild French Horns this evening People are shouting in Iraq But on the coast of England we hear only butterflies Melting cakes As a spider would crawl down the valley of hopelessness And drips of the tiresome bronze would fill my basket It seems I've lost the world in the same hand That held its flour © 2015 VictorAuthor's Note
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Added on February 21, 2015 Last Updated on February 21, 2015 Tags: surrealism, poetry, modern Author
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