where have all the flowers gone? i have not seen them for a time. no longer do i see wooden fingers, gently holding natures gems. the delight of women, at getting them, will have to wait. until the season is again, ripe for them. no longer do i see, the breeze gently caressing them. and at times to kiss to firm, to set them free. to dance twoard the ground, so majesticly. on the wings of the wind. but ho! what a pitiful sight, it does make, its beautiful dance finished. on the ground, where the suns feeding light, no longer holds any right. because it was dying, once away from the tree. oh! what a beautiful death, i did see. a dance of death, always a prelude to life. where have all the flowers gone? i have not seen them for a time. as i scan the ground, noting beauty fading by death. i also take note of wooden fingers, holding forth flower buds. and soon new gems will birth, and their beautiful dance will come again.
Reason for writing:
was just watching the wind play with some flowers.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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