Me.
Same Location, Different Directions.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Beautiful are the flowers that my eyes spend every moment adoring. Yet the winds are harsh, and toward them it blows hard.
Where once their petals brushed along one another, now they face different directions - no longer peering up to the Sun. The earth beneath them remains their only connection.
I weep that it has turned to this.
Though the view is no longer the same, my eyes fail to stray.
Beautiful are the flowers.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 4:31 PM
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