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Violets in an open park,
Honey held out in your hand,
I am the bee,
So sweetly, so softly
Buzzing for you from afar
As if you could hear my
Troubled heart.
But I cry out all the same,
Pleading, praying
For the tenderness of touch
Almost like my life had
Lost its meaning in a
Darkened room—lost.
But I am not lost,
For you have found me.
Only in your discovery
Of my wailing heart
You have, in turn,
Lost yourself in this maze,
A maze with a constant fog,
A maze of abandoned pursuits
Much like me—an unfinished
Book on your shelf.
But gone are my wings,
My vibrant tone of summer yellow.
For under this suppressive cloak of
Winter, I have lost the life within me.
And you, in your sea of wilting flowers
Have let the spring take leave unquestioned
And have become a stranger
To the world around you.
- LMG
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