A flower that cut itself off from the morning sun , Begs for the rain that doesn't  come

and falls into an endless sleep. is this dark paradise a lie or a dream.

life is so fragile and fleeting that we bemoan the death that comes for us.

The flower that sings to a curtains fall quietly blossoms into a full bloom.

weather its pain or hatred it pull them by its roots

the flower that sings of lifes end soaks up all the lonelyness

it begs for the rain that doesn't come

and falls into an endless sleep

Author's Notes/Comments: 

someting that was in my mind

View k.d's Full Portfolio