Broken Flowers
A broken flower sits on the floor,
The petals torn, the pollen scattered;
Murdered yellow on solid blue,
Dead and withered irises lie beside.
And the truncated stems?
In my hand.
Be seeing you,
Steven
The petals torn, the pollen scattered;
Murdered yellow on solid blue,
Dead and withered irises lie beside.
And the truncated stems?
In my hand.
Be seeing you,
Steven
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