Tragic Petals
Freely Asked And Wholly Answered
In Each Others Touch.
This As Much As More
And Never Less Than All.
Strange And Wondrous
Beauty Thou Art Rare
To Thus Descend
Upon Me Now As I,
Stand Thus Transfixed
Transformed Again,
Turned By Ancient Fingers
On The Lathe.
What Outcropping
Does Such Life Unravel?
Move Your Gavel To The Task At Hand.
Turn Your Wheel, Gravedigger Time,
That We May Turn Away;
Live To Scramble Eggs
Another Day.
Exquisite Pain
Unfolds As Petals Slowly
Opening Embrace,
Finding Sunshine
Kissed Upon Our Face,
Seeking Pleasures
In A Desperate Race.
Catch Me Though I Fall
And Breath Be Yet
To Hold Thine Hand;
Walk With God So Small
In Footsteps Shuddered
On This Land.
Oh Beauty Still,
A Tragic Glimpse Tis All.
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