Bilal Tanweer December 25, 2004
Tags: beauty , nature , death
dead flowers
hung upon pendulums.
Our beginnings, directions
breeds, materials
our ends
our limits--all differ.
But in those moments
when our times meet,
don't we dream together-
of dreams of living?
Perhaps.
Perhaps, we understand very well-
dreams of dead flowers
living.
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