She sits in the garden
Blooming and bursting
Under a flowered arbor
Weeping over a single wilted rose
He sits in a room of white
Pure and perfect
Empty eyes staring close-range
At a lonely black smudge
We look at our lives
At the portion we've lived
And ignore the coming joy
Only able to see the sorrow
If we lift our eyes
There's reason to smile
If we back away from the wall ahead
We see how to walk around it
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Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
