Monday, October 18, 2010

The Savage Garden

From the depths of daedal chaos
Sprung the ultimate beauty
Of a savage garden, sweet

Beyond mortal coherence.
Ephemeral flowers find themselves
Weeping - 

Maudlin, insipid tears
On petals red; 
But still fall quiet

By the dawn of the morrow,
Stiffened and alone.  

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