I have tried.
Tried again.
Picked fallen petals on pathways
Littered red with Life.
Hell-red, rose-red, blood-red...
All, Life.
Delicately-tried futility of
Attaching petals to hearts...
The strongest bonds broken...
Falling petals once more.
I have tried.
Tried, tired, again.
No flower resurrection for
Flowers' sake.
When petals wish brown dryness,
Leave them dignity...
When prescient present denies,
Leave it respect...
When thorns shred hands,
Let blood drip on
Pathways.
Follow drops.
The Way back Home.
Sanctus Agnus Dei!
Pater Noster!
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