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Flowers and the Aftermath
It was almost like dreaming
back into the past,
living moments all over again.
The words were that powerful.
-affected-
Somewhere inside
it all lies
buried deep behind the chemical
smoke and haze.
My eyes are opened
through reading what was written
a seeming existence ago—
A love almost forgotten,
like being haunted,
terrible silence lingers for years.
-sleeping magnificence-
One lone exquisite flower
growing up through the aftermath,
the only symbol of rejuvenation
and life discernible in miles
being eaten and destroyed
by all the demons that survived.
Losing what was livid
a short lifetime ago.
