Monday, March 14, 2022


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Do you think Narcissus knew

Every shadow in his pool

As he knelt to ponder love?


Did he fathom new and strange

In the darker eddies there,

That pressed the corners of his frame? 


As echoes of his dreams unwound

He mourned the beauty love had found.

Bitter tears rained all around,  

To fall as flowers on the dying ground.


1 comment:

  1. Does a flower ever really know its true beauty and flaws?