Through the swamp, through the lake, we find a coveted place
filled with saggitaria to the brim
It's boring and dull but not exactly ugly
It's tall and long but where it meets it's beauty it falls short
We would expect such a beautiful place to have beautiful things
but to our disappointment the saggitaria lays there, watching, stalking but never learning
Roses, lavenders, tulips, violets lost out of sight but here is saggitaria, as it hide itself to fit the background
but you know and I know and it knows.
It's the decoration who fills the room
It's the prop who fills the scene
It's merely apart of the background
It's always looking for a purpose to fill the empty void.
- Author: ragi ( Offline)
- Published: November 21st, 2023 10:34
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 7
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