Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Watching flowers live and die
I miss fields of flowers
Bowing to my presence.
I miss the petals kissing my legs
As I wandered by.
What youthful innocence once
Wrested in my heart has been
Brutally ripped from my being.
I know nothing stays the same for long,
The flowers will die.
So will I.
4-3-12
Bowing to my presence.
I miss the petals kissing my legs
As I wandered by.
What youthful innocence once
Wrested in my heart has been
Brutally ripped from my being.
I know nothing stays the same for long,
The flowers will die.
So will I.
4-3-12
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Watching flowers live and die
Watching flowers live and die