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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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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