The Lost Flower

The first scent swims up the air, Filling my nostrils with memories The flower is flowing down the river again! Now towards the the den of pain And the rich beget the rich Undiluted love now a mirage Carcasses of aged love But alas! I say let the flower Go to where young love is Let the river take it abroad If that be her destiny Let the root speak for it When it is gone Let the stem talk of how Sweet her scents were Until the sweet hands Of war came And she was swept away along the debris In a river of blood