Monday, November 22, 2010

Scarlet










your words are like showers


to my dying violet lotus flower.


something like the sun that


draws it to the surface


realizing that even its death


had not been worthless.


an acceptance of its purpose


the seconds in its hour


the scars on its skin


of previous lives


yet the lungs


that make it strain


to breathe again.


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