Walking Poem by Sebastian Soberania

Walking



i walk this morning
and the flowers are blooming
but i do not mind
i just go on walking
(until the sun begins to set)
as i pass
the same way back
looking for the last flowers
that did not wilt

now i am taking time to reflect
upon some
surviving petals

and then the darkness of the
world begins to fold.

Thursday, July 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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