Tuesday, January 13, 2009



Brown sepaled, heads a droop, they gaze at me;

Petals faded. A loss of dignity

Pervades the vase. Mimosa turned to stone.

Lament more mournful than I could intone.

Once jaunty, brightest yellow, shining bright,

Young daffodils, spring fresh, uplifting sight.

Their swift loss of vigour a tragedy.

Just dying forlornly, for all to see.

Crystal clear water, like sweet summer rain,

Turned rancid and stagnant; cannot regain

Its purity lost. Too full of dross.

The whole an embodiment of life lost.

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