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The PresenceMissing a path through shivering music
I try to dream
But nothing follows
Maybe that presence swelling against my back
Is not my dark imagining
For although it is strong when the song
Surges with a primal beat
It is stronger still
When the music is cut short
And silence weighs ominous on my hearing
Worth ItWhy is a flower?
This little joy, however fleeting
Is worth a thousand deaths
How can I bear to love these things
Petty things doomed to wither
And be buried in the sand of a lonely desert
Our forgetful world may tread over them again and again
Blissfully unaware of the moments past
And no one will be the wiser
Where will I be
When the world is walking on my grave?
Crying PeopleWhat is the purpose of crying?
Far too often, it is a show
A display to win pity from
Who doesn't question what's given to them
And yet, for some it is real
The strong people who face grief
The proud people who cry alone
And wipe away the tears
Before they enter company
WeightHow is it that I feel so heavy
Under the crushing heat of summer
And so light against the rushing wind
Of the fall?
Which Way?However you die,
With a sword in your chest
(which some say is best),
With an arrow in your back,
Or in your sleep,
You are still
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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