Pieces float in the blood.
A crimson river, drawing up to space.
Flowers smashed into oblivion.
Only to remain.
As particles of dust.
Floating inside you.
Dusting your eyelids and tainting your tongue.
Lilies and lilacs lifting into a dream.
Lifting in the pulse and throb of the heart.
Blooming in particles while they orbit your organ.
That heaves and struggles to understand.
The demise of such beauty.
Havoc and Consequence 
How beautiful and broken things can be, at the, same time…
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If it can be broke, it can be fixed 🙂 (wabi sabi style where we fill the voids with gold)
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Gorgeous work, Mark. This one really captured my imagination.
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Thank you Tara, a precious fragile sadness to this one i think. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful!! Well written!!
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Thank you, kind of you to say.
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