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merrymuse
merrymuseSunflower with her head up in clouds.
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Sunflower Musings:

Iceberg

Like the tip of the iceberg that drips into watered down puddles,

the memories melt out from my consciousness.

Had I known that they would not linger like eternal evergreens,

I would not have let my transient temper thrash them into tiny pieces.

But I cannot see what lies ahead of me

For the mist of memories past has made me narrow-sighted

and so, I knelt and prayed while the iceberg of all that was left unsaid

became the death of me.

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