Withered thirsting dying petals-
Their plant's pain, who could guess?
The petals fell to gentle rest
Upon this earth for final settle.
Time for them a place has made
Where their essence intact remains
A place that just a mind attains-
Into that time a mind invades.
So, yes, those thirsting petals dried
But yet their color and smell preserved
And by the mind remained conserved
Even after those petals died.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Withered thirsting dying petals-
Their plant's pain, who could guess?
The petals fell to gentle rest
Upon this earth for final settle.
Time for them a place has made
Where their essence intact remains
A place that just a mind attains-
Into that time a mind invades.
So, yes, those thirsting petals dried
But yet their color and smell preserved
And by the mind remained conserved
Even after those petals died.
