Holding Ghosts

Wooden tables

Masterfully carved

With constant wearing

Hold

 

Velvet blossoms

Stems fall deeply

With a vase caressing

Sprout

 

Like a branch

suspending leaves

Wooden tables

suspend beautiful flowers

 

[Except:]

Aren’t picked velvet blossoms

and wooden tables dead?

 

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