The Man And The Strange Flower Poem by Tyrell Zozobrado
The Man And The Strange Flower
Man's days are like those of a grass;
like a flower of the field he blossoms.
The wind sweeps over him and he is gone
and his place knows him no more.
Carried to a place unknown.
He moans and made a plea.
A stranger flower answered the call.
Be with me or fly continuously!
Either way your existence eternally soiled
to the soul, the essence
the spirit, of the heart of once a stranger flower.
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