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A loss so great that even the flowers seem to be crying... |
| 3rd Place Winner in the Word Wars Contest!! The Flowers are Crying Quiet... still Heavy air suspended, Soft light reflecting shadows. Orchids and wax flower and roses... The flowers are crying. Soft dew drops intended to keep petals fresh In a room where nothing has life. Memories flash: Bright pictures in a new book, Laughter and music filling the air, Soft hands brushing off tears. Tears fall unabated now, Unnoticed... Damp traces reflecting soft light, Soft light reflected in drops of dew. Dew drops clinging desperately to petals, Clinging desperately to memories. The flowers are crying With me. |