My Little Black Book of Books
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
The flowers
The flowers bloomed
Under that eternal sunshine.
But those in the shadows,
They wilted and died.
Across that wide ocean,
The petals of the dead ones,
Were tossed and turned
with the ravaging waves.
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