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poetry by j matthew waters

eight hundred flowers


on the most sorrowful day floral arrangements
accompany the winding road

as the birds of the field sing their joyful songs
nearby wildflowers weep and sway

newly clipped roses wrapped in paper produce
smiles once believed long gone

wherever a child is knee-deep in raw color
never let time pass away



april two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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10 thoughts on “eight hundred flowers

  1. So beautiful and true… If only some moments could be frozen…

  2. Time is always still. We are the ones passing by creating the illusion of time…

  3. OH MY,,,THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND SAD.

  4. love theses lines:
    “as the birds of the field sing their joyful songs
    nearby wildflowers weep and sway”

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