Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

The Dead Flower Bed


The Dead Flower Bed
The Dead Flower Bed

A Flower Loves


Eye saw the flower bed as eye walked bye it looked so empty after storm has come, on close inspection there was three plants still thriving there in hopefullness and love, whiteflower looking all better, one purple flower plant blossoming, and a forelorn dandylion
without seeds but steadfast in his love in the center of the flower bed between the daughter and his love, after bad weather gone.
Love remains the flowers fade but love still stays even inside the dead flower bed. A flower loves.

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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