Flowers Die From Gusts Of Motionless Winds... Poem by robert down

Flowers Die From Gusts Of Motionless Winds...



Soon the bud fell.
The petals bleed - descending down the stem
Crying, falling into brown earth.
Gushing through canyons of desire.
Now collapsing in a haze of dirth,
To be rekindled with the love of the new birth.
But not today...

Today the grass wilts, blades collide in chaos.
In that we find peace - and they find love.

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