A Blossom fell
To the breast of earth,
Not ever knowing
its true worth.
A blossom fell.
It made me weep,
That beauty
is not ours to keep.
A blossom fell,
and tears like rain
could never make
it whole again.
A blossom fell
from hand to bier
accompanied by
my bootless tears.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
A Blossom fell
To the breast of earth,
Not ever knowing
its true worth.
A blossom fell.
It made me weep,
That beauty
is not ours to keep.
A blossom fell,
and tears like rain
could never make
it whole again.
A blossom fell
from hand to bier
accompanied by
my bootless tears.
At the graveside of a friend
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