Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Fallen Flowers

You have an essence to you

like fallen flowers. 

The ones strewn like dead dreams all over sidewalks

Purple kisses on top of your parked car. 

Treeless, baseless

You spin through air

Landing in places you shouldn't be

Beauty like a bell

That rings in dank corners

Stepped on by endless shoes

This is how you are.

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