Me Without You -Part 2 To the Flower
.....Beyond that hill
not far away,
a barren land
filled with gray
A place where storms
command the skies,
A place where zealous
vultures fly
A place untouched
by the flower’s love,
So savagely damaged
by the rain from above
This land is me
when I’m sad and blue,
The land with no flower,
Me without You
Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994
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