The Failure of Flowers
Until beauty is not seen
but commonplace sand
grit within the beholders eye
shall destroy all praise of its form
It is the fault of flowers
and the misery of trees
that nothing could stir them so vigorously
none but the salve of deserts awareness
But sees not how they lay decked in clamorous
giving pardon to their sacrifice
their despised measure of loves innocence
augmenting wretched prayers
For their contrivance to wealth
the failure of flowers
to share such potent awareness
and leaves their souls destitute
Such are the wages of air
the ingrained immorality they share
dictates a system of dominance
filling their need with the acquisition of emptiness
It is the failure of flowers to remind them
to hold nothing more in the palm of their hand
and the ever voracious ego
crushes the petal which could have saved them
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