Lost
- With a loss of any other words
- Or can it be scoured, flowered
- Loosing petals, Loosing mark, Loosing stance
- Are flowers painted, or might they be plastic?
- But yet I've watched you plant them
- Once again loosing stance
- The spring solstice is green, but all soon will fall
- Leaving the clouds so grey, cold, yet comforting
- People tread through the mist, powered by their satisfaction
- Thunder closes in.......rain will soon take over
- And the force will be replenished
- Soon soaked ground will dry towards the heavens
- --Matt Guigear
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