Saturday, March 03, 2012

It is the flower
Hiding against the rage of days
Afloat upon the water's cold
That tight into itself is curled
Keeping safe inside the dream
When at last its petals show
And the light is ushered in
Only then do people know
That there's people to be seen.

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