The Flower
Tranquil is the flower
that sits on the hill,
calm, peaceful -still
Doing its duty,
Endowing its beauty,
Gracing the land,
Affection at hand
No end to
its power,
Eternal,
the flower
A marvel
to view,
The Flower is you.....
(To be continued in “Me Without You”)
Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994
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