Tuesday, May 12, 2020

In A Conflagration of Fritillaries Valentine

I need to dig a hole
To plant my desert rose
For years it's lived in a pot
Until it's eaten all the dirt
Just a ball of roots left
And yet it still flowers
Its sister the red one
Died in the cold one night
When I wasn't watching
Like the woman I walked out on
Trying to leave the past behind
Too far gone to return
I need to dig a hole
To plant my sorry mind
And yet it's blooming still

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