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Cactus Flower

Lefty , I can't imagine how he got his name

Always did things backwards . . . so . . . . .

I was not surprised when he up and went away

 

Never said why , when , or where he had to go

Now he is growing old where as they say

"Only God Knows"

 

What are clouds anyway ?

Water vapor in the sky ?

I think it is so much more

 

I think they are recycled tears

Of every broken heart that ever be

Falling to a desert below

 

My cactus flower

Blooming in the night

So none will see

 

She keeps her love close

Protected by her needles

 

I sit and watch her bloom

And before the sun has begun

I leave looking for lefty

 

And the reasons I quit

Are the excuses I choose

 

Between the desert and the sea

Where the cause will be

Clouds keep winking at me

 

The circle is broken into pieces

I speak in deserts of sand

Drown in seas of lingering waves of pain

 

And I have no clue where lefty went

Only remember a cactus flower blooming

Without the thorns between the two

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Written by
South-by-Southwest
75 / M / Birmingham , Alabama
Published
May 23, 2015
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31·196
Notes

A story of a crumbling circle of love and friends and on a journey to nowhere .

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#flower#and#thorns#needles#cactus
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