Endless Atempts

October 3, 2009
My wish's death
attracts freezing flowers.
Broken pieces.
Lieing mirrors are wearing off.
Sun full,
with dangerous heat.
Dead trees have unfamiliar linings.
Soft, cold skies,
bring an icy spring.
Fresh broken petals,
fly disfigured through the air.
Endless attempts to be happier.

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