Please see the shadows with their congruent lights
Please see the shines and smiles
And the waverin lines on gentle rims of mine eyes
And those falling breaths of me
Please see this adoration for you as clearly as I may see yours
Please dry those sorrowful tears
While I wait in silence as all of this clears
YOU ARE READING
March of the Flowers
PoetryOne by one, we march. We march. Our branches tired. Our leaves are wearied. March of the Flowers is a collection of poetry
