I'll have roses,
daffodils, ivy
and snowdrops
in a bouquet
on my palette.
Slipping a taste
of one another,
a puddle is made.
It is murky like
hungover clouds
though now
with new regret
I understand
the mixing of
beautiful ideas
brings me pity
for my creation
formed through
pursuit of a dream
to a wretched being.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
I'll have roses,
daffodils, ivy
and snowdrops
in a bouquet
on my palette.
Slipping a taste
of one another,
a puddle is made.
It is murky like
hungover clouds
though now
with new regret
I understand
the mixing of
beautiful ideas
brings me pity
for my creation
formed through
pursuit of a dream
to a wretched being.
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