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Autumn flowers
Autumn flowers
Flowers withered by the march of time and season
Yet I find it very vivid to my heart and reason
Displayed in plain, on the table - a craft made
Where the wandering of my pen is inlaid
The cages from which the seeds escaped
Tiny germs, the tokens of love the bugs entrained
Smuggling pollen from males to females
And now it's the earth that entails
Fallen Into the labyrinth,
A Work carved and split by the worms,
Passed down are your black-painted germs
Kept with hope for the spring, underneath
I contemplate your worth
Which is only for me
That your appearance serves
For it evokes the foliage,
The blue of the sky bleached
And tainted green with freckles
Of yellow, of scarlet, of orange.
The warmest hollowness that grips
To make to stay the last summer breath.
19/09/2020