A Lavender Flower



How beautiful the flower without dreams
A lavender flower – sitting upon
The edge of everlasting
Is not sad about death
Care nothing for the sunset

Always lonely, like
A separate universe is lonely
Moonlight on the grass
Sadness stepping accidentally
Upon trembling petals

Their color exploding
Swaying in the wind
Float upwards – whirling
Vanishing into Everlasting

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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