The flowers bloom across the sky;
Their bowing heads droop ashes,
Upon the dewy grass of night.
The daisies rush into the sky,
To live one dazzling second.
Their lives burn out above my head,
Until their wilted buds
Hang embers in the sky.
And this boquet held in my hand,
Is brushed away in whispers
of sudden aging smoke.
No comments:
Post a Comment