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Dying Flowers

Poetry By: sam316547

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Submitted:Dec 29, 2009    Reads: 621    Comments: 0    Likes: 3   

Dying Flowers

Welted petals
Falling from the sky
Like fresh snow fall
Ruined by the constant
Shuffle of the human trestle
Binding like ropes made
From stripped
Strings of metal
Tapestries weaved from
Threads of silken
Forgotten dreams
Fading, decaying
Eroding with stressful
Sticking to it's base
Nectar glistens
A gluey, molded face
Lined with tape
A stapled fate
Strung marionette
Dances to a different
Breaking it ties
From it's ruling skies
Shattering the threshold
In which Earth meets
Void of life
Drifting conscious
Weeds cracking thought's
Iced soils
Dying flowers
Blacken vibrant hues
A split moment of
Shed it'd violet reds
Loosely cutting size
Shrinking, shriveling
Till no more
Stuck within sealed
As walls close in
Last seconds
Dry against fragile skin
Dying flowers
last whisks of air fall
In painted over lumens
To weak to breath in
Dying flowers
Dream in fields of yellowing
Knee length in piling trash
Clouded in puffs of co2
Knowing whose at fault
Is you

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