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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Hindsight


What more can be honored in the rose garden?
Sometimes we don't know why we're enamored 
By something, by someone, an old film 
Years before us... 
But it's there... 
Maybe just brings us closer to sanctuary...

To higher cause... 

In hindsight, I bought the flowers to accent the snow...
Just a little red in the orchard of solitude  

The picture comes together... 
The eyes travel, green to brown...
I wish all sides and corners of the earth were bent for me 
To spin on the heels of yesterdays rain...
Slip back into a dream, not a nightmare...

Make it all worth living again.

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