Kindred to the core.

May 19, 2008
Nestled amongst the ascending
dewdrops she sheds a tear to replace the
moisture the velvety petal needs to survive in
this harsh world, a beacon of loveliness to capture the
beauty of crimson and gold and lilac dotting the
meadow of blossoms scattered in an
empty field
Eve herself could not have wanted
a more perfect garden—silent and still
full of poems waiting
to be penned by hopeful muses
cloaked in sheets of rain.

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