Nightshade, bittersweet beyond concealing,
Knows waning beauty is better if not found,
And violets like to tears must face revealing
Heartsease is rare - false hopes abound.
Forget-me-not the sorrow of the gathering in:
No balm in Gilead - no laurels crowned -
No respite for the rose, no special pleading!
Move along - nothing to see - love-lies-bleeding!
The vacant land stands stark, the tares abound -
With what is left to straw and dust succeeding
When all that flowers in truth is cut to ground.
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Move along - nothing to see - love-lies-bleeding! The vacant land stands stark, the tares abound -....beautiful poetic expression shared