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all the flow'rs that die
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
§
for
i a m
i n n o c e n t
of the b l o o d of
all the f l o w ’r s that die
in fate’s s o l e m n g a r d e n.
some are plucked u p by the root,
others from the n e c k beheaded;
callous hands choke some till faded;
some are harvested like f r u i t
petrified a n d h a r d e n e d.
all t h e angels s i g h
for t h e lives o f
flow’rs we rent
each damn
hour.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
§
for
i a m
i n n o c e n t
of the b l o o d of
all the f l o w ’r s that die
in fate’s s o l e m n g a r d e n.
some are plucked u p by the root,
others from the n e c k beheaded;
callous hands choke some till faded;
some are harvested like f r u i t
petrified a n d h a r d e n e d.
all t h e angels s i g h
for t h e lives o f
flow’rs we rent
each damn
hour.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 26th Sep 2019
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26th Sep 2019 8:13pm
29th Sep 2019 7:28pm
Thank you, Robert.
Your compliment encourages as much as it affirms. Glad you stopped by and could take the time to leave a comment.
The pen (the instrument) is mine but the ink (the inspiration) and message (the Word) are God's.
Sincerely
cab
Your compliment encourages as much as it affirms. Glad you stopped by and could take the time to leave a comment.
The pen (the instrument) is mine but the ink (the inspiration) and message (the Word) are God's.
Sincerely
cab
