I'm weary and I think of you
Looking at the lilacs-
You're imagining what they'd look like
In that blue vase you have in your kitchen
Standing in the sunlight.
But there's no better time to see them then right now
When butterflies are skirting around them-
Ethereal and light.
The ground embraced those that fell,
Crushed petals are strewn on the rough cement
Covered in shadow
Grasping the last bits of the sun that they can.
Look up-
It's the same butterflies
You let graze your memory.
Down to the floor again-
Flower petals thrown form patterns on the ground
And the people walk amongst them
Rhythmically living-
Penance and pain, songs and chanting
Echo beautiful.
Weight of human spirits crush them and
Press
Down on them.
Heavenly smells and the
Tears rise towards the sky.
I close my eyes.

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