: burnt ashes of autumn leaves

Posted: February 3, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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: burnt ashes of autumn leaves for rose petals.

hyacinths grew underneath my words
and snubbed their little faces
little deaths for little spaces
scratched and bled
blessed and fed
big lives for big bastards

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Comments
  1. Protoculture says:

    This is good.
    Our poetry changes with time, isn’t it..because everything changes around us and we…

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