Flowers For My Love Poem by dale garris

delicate stuctures pronounce human nature, with the frailest tounges. and god's eyes are squinting in the sun.

i can hear a faint, distant sound of marching feet devouring pretty flowers) EVERY THING WILL BE beautiful once again smoking cigarettes in school

making fun of an ugly girl

distinguished crayolas gives our chilren a colorful new meaning to something we like to call hope

and when god is all done

i'll drive you all the way to the edge of nothing, just to pick those flowers you always liked to smell}you know, the pretty ones

i like the pretty ones