i saw a flower today.
it was white
the only white thing
amongst a batallion
of thick green leaves
like bamboo spokes
poking out of the earth
like cannons.
it had six long filaments
(i counted them)
hanging down its floral axis
like old chinamen’s moustaches
like the ghost orchid in adaptation
except this flower
was no ghost.
it was there
(i saw it)
under the pulomas highway
tiny black dots of grime on its white petals
like dead stars
unlike anything else
i saw today.
Divagyrations 
the one thing that is different, always manages to stir something inside. but when the time comes, they who once showed interests, in the end, leave.or perhaps i’m just being bitter.
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well, flowers die. and they always look like they know they’re going to die, soon. they always look sulky to me, like they much prefer being left alone to enjoy the brief life they have.
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wow..you have an eye for details that i can only envy..and the fingers to write it as well..
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