Where petals where collected
in formation,
now do the intricate twines of
entanglement untwine.
Beauty now becomes weathered.
A hurricane of motions
now segregate
what was contoured in perfection.
But when a flower wilts its petals
fall nosily...
And all we hear is caustic silence..
for when a life is like a blade it
cuts deeper than any life... silence.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
Where petals where collected
in formation,
now do the intricate twines of
entanglement untwine.
Beauty now becomes weathered.
A hurricane of motions
now segregate
what was contoured in perfection.
But when a flower wilts its petals
fall nosily...
And all we hear is caustic silence..
for when a life is like a blade it
cuts deeper than any life... silence.
