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March 23, 2015
By TheHopefulOne BRONZE, Philmont, New York
TheHopefulOne BRONZE, Philmont, New York
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A future made of flowers,

Each petal 

Is delicate and tender

They do not bleed but cringe,

Do not cry but weep.

 

A traffic light blinks

It blinks yellow but never green

 

The cherub flys,

Broken and beautiful.

 

Tongue tied, telling all yet telling none.

The birds sing, the flowers fold

All is left to the ocean brine.

The wind whistles while ht ewolves cry,

The animals have gone to hide.

Each day the leaves will fall,

And the smallest leaf falls last.



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