as time passes
the neon lights begin to flicker
life is widowed
to endure we drown in liquor
i am a leisurely wanderer
of city streets
searching endlessly
for the missing piece
the world began in millions
i wonder who put them whole
darkness doesn't exist
only the absence of light and
there's one absent in my soul
how is autumn so pretty
when everything is dying
we put a prize on life
when it's death we're buying
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
