A single rose whose wilted blossom lingers
A candlestick burned to exiguity as a scorned soul
Lingering over a lifeless body disdained by all
Tis a weak mind to wallow in sloth
As do the hogs with fat bellies do welter
So do snails hide under rocks
Oh, hearken my wounded heart nothing is worth of nothing
My essence bashes for dearth of discernment
Propose the barbarian wend
Waves fall into the ocean, bring into being
riptides that seduce you, roll you
Drown in misery or soar like the feathered beast
who color the sky with surrendered ecstacy
Allow your heart to flow, frozen rivers explode,
They pour into the larger heated body and
tate the embellished sun.
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