The sky began to cry
Soft little pallets of red
And white flowers made
From the stages and passion
Of love
The people turned their heads
To the skies
Wondering how such a sight
Could happen at such a time
The petals conversed
Among themselves
The white ones speaking first
Softly and curiously
Oh they said
What a preposterous amount
Of love this species
Contains
Yes one said to another
Our brothers of red
Will certainly relish in
What we have found
For them
And so the petals fell
They brushed the faces of humans
Touched hearts and
Sunk minds
And there was a smile
A smile hiding devilishly
In the shadows of the petals
There was no face
Not anymore at least
The smile felt what its
petals collected
And abruptly halted
Smiling
It sighed
And wondered coherently
In its mind
What was this useless feeling again?
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
