My wayside flowers bloomed At the midst of night The scent of midnight wolves They waited till the bloom to fall, But my wayside ...

My Wayside flowers

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My wayside flowers bloomed
At the midst of night
The scent of midnight wolves
They waited till the bloom to fall,
But my wayside flowers never bloomed;

Seasons travelled in and out
I lay there, waiting for them to shatter out their power;
Am not to build up dreams again
I may get hurt like my flightless birds.

My wayside flowers cherry bloomed….
Autumn; life falls off to meet new ones;
The crisp, pale, yellow leaves
Sign of reassurance

A willow tree of those days, Were my hope,
They travelled backwards 
When I was in my car
Leaving everything back
May be vanishing to deep scars of life;
My wayside flowers waiting to be bloomed;

The trail of ants marching;
Houses crumbled to piece of mud
My wayside flowers swayed and danced
Bloomed and bloomed and bloomed
For more and more

Like I travelled through seasons of time
They were back,
Where they have been;
Where they were meant to be;

The rain, the spring, the autumn and winter
For they were my wayside flowers alarming me to
Fly like pollen of those seasons, on the wayside.


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