My pear tree is dying in old age and disease... it no longer bears fruit, it's bark riddled with growth of molded decay. And yet it brought forth the last thoughts of acceptance and beauty as the blooms looks to the heavens...I caught them gazing through a blur of tear.
Friday, April 24, 2009
A Bloom and a Tear
My pear tree is dying in old age and disease... it no longer bears fruit, it's bark riddled with growth of molded decay. And yet it brought forth the last thoughts of acceptance and beauty as the blooms looks to the heavens...I caught them gazing through a blur of tear.
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