Flower Garden

November 2, 2007
Painted black eyes
Faced with pale, vivid blue skies

A prisoner of one’s own downhearted mind
An incandescent smile begins to unwind

Small crystal raindrops from the heart begin to flow
And water the dismal garden which needs to grow

A pallid yellow flower is chosen
Petals are timidly plucked

He loves me not

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