Was the world sleeping
When the flower wept ?
Its heartaches to the breeze
And moonlight etched her name
Upon the mountain which cradled
The tender Amaranth in a dream.
Did the world hide its face
When petals cried in solitude ?
And silence bore such sadness
In gentle hands upon that peak
A poets tears feeding
The Amaranth.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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