I’m lost in the garden of withered flowers,
In the company of fallen angels and dead poets…
Flowers bloom in death,
Beautiful petals agonize both eye and mind…
The fallen spoke to me,
They said no soul ever saw beauty in these flowers…
The admired poets asked why I see beauty in them…
My answer,
They remind me of her…
Her soul like a belladonna…
“They take the breath right out of me…”
In the company of fallen angels and dead poets…
Flowers bloom in death,
Beautiful petals agonize both eye and mind…
The fallen spoke to me,
They said no soul ever saw beauty in these flowers…
The admired poets asked why I see beauty in them…
My answer,
They remind me of her…
Her soul like a belladonna…
“They take the breath right out of me…”
Hugo Santos...
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