Tears are mere flowers of our discontent,
the blossom from the aboundance of a heart devoid of love…
The Orchid hanging from the tree of Lonliness
nurtured by the bitter winds of emptiness…

Tears will never grow in a tranquil dessert of love and fullfilment
The joys and laughters of a contented heart will kill it
it will wither in the company of a lover.

Tears, I will never know because I have a flower like you
a flower that renders the sands of time powerless
a flower that overgrows anything and everything in its path
a flower without blame or blemish
a flower that is exactly you…


By: Anthony


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