Quiet... still
Heavy air suspended,
Soft light reflecting shadows.
Orchids and wax flower and roses...
The flowers are crying.
Soft dew drops intended to keep petals fresh
In a room where nothing has life.
Memories flash:
Bright pictures in a new book,
Laughter and music filling the air,
Soft hands brushing off tears.
Tears fall unabated now,
Unnoticed...
Damp traces reflecting soft light,
Soft light reflected in drops of dew.
Dew drops clinging desperately to petals,
Clinging desperately to memories.
The flowers are crying
With me.
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