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I just got news my second poem is now published....woo hoo
They liked this one:
Flower
You put flowers in your hair
Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks
Bleeding fragrance to the air
Dull sweetness lost in your scent
You put flowers in your hair
Wilted beauty in red by those lips
As if attempting to compare
No taste of sugar from its leaf
You put flowers in your hair
But they only pale in my minds light
And it just seems so unfair
Fading colors with your smile
You put flowers in your hair
But I cant see them. . .anymore
Copyright ©2007 Matthew Patrick Martin
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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