Quietly your eyes spill with rage, not at the ready for this wait.
Follow me, I haven't the time for your old complaints
Come sit now in the meadow
Free from last restraints
Hands taking out anger
On weeds and Lillies,and grain
Despite the rage and pain
the surrounding is quite pretty.
Take it all in.
Hands calm and at the ready
So carefully threaded
Petals moved, not torn
Crafted so beautifully
Your mind not so scorn
Leaving now as the field lays rest
The threaded flowers you hold proving to test
What patience you had left
After all that went down
So you set it aside
That wonderfully simple
Flower crown.
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Flower Crowns and Withered Leaves
PoetryAnother book for mindless poetry Bittersweet moments Appreciation towards the silence All little things in this world that make you stay Or, what small reasons you have left Warm and sweet to dreadfully calm and hidden under a mask of that sweet fac...
