Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Towards

the pale daisy droops
towards its own reflection -
giving up the ghost

2 comments:

bythewobblydumdumtree said...

Oh dear, this sounds so sad.

Jean said...

A drooping flower in a vase on a pub table: it was what it was; flowers, uh, flower and then they die - a bit faster if they're picked.