The forty second flower
My heart
swelled with pride
succumbing
to a caress in absentia
left as
legacy
beauty
goddess of demon time
the
tranquility of a thousand years
a witness of
an explicit craze
oblique
strategy of the day
how soon the
stable world vanishes
approximations
that overpower the orchestra
melancholy
was the hour
effacing the
forty second flower
Great Wall of China -- Trina Merry
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