I rose too early. How was I to know?
The warm caress of summer kissed
my cheeks in March. I was well informed.
The daisies told me so. I waited patiently
while trees broke out in pox-like blooms.
I waited while lilies flowered. I waited.
Now the frost has come but I lack the seed.
I lack the strength. I wish to bloom.
I wish.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
I rose too early. How was I to know?
The warm caress of summer kissed
my cheeks in March. I was well informed.
The daisies told me so. I waited patiently
while trees broke out in pox-like blooms.
I waited while lilies flowered. I waited.
Now the frost has come but I lack the seed.
I lack the strength. I wish to bloom.
I wish.
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