July 26, 2017
By , Appleton, WI

Here lies the flower that bloomed too late.

And here lies thepoetthepainterandmaid.

Here lies a treasure, a diamond uncut.


A bride shining in white.

A dove full of feathers leapt from an eye.

Not what they thought,

We thought we were right.

We were wrong.

So was I.

More often than not the night kills the sky.

I wish I was told to know how to feel.

I’ve heard of it all,

The bride dressed in white.

A dove full of feathers.


A diamond uncut.

Soprano song sung.

Here lies a treasure.

Here lies the poet.

Here lies the painter,

And here lies the maid.

That bloomed too late.

Here lies the flower.


Here lies the flower.

It bloomed




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