Paper Flowers

Fire for our souls & tender for ignorance;
Paper blossoms wit & man’s ill fragrance.
Mind opening vistas & walls of indifference;
Paper bowers bloom in hues of resistance.
Life for the Spring & the footlights of Death;
Paper pollen at dawn & seeds in last breath.
Closed, they collect a dusting of apathy.
Open, they power the paths of empathy.
A life can be lived on the petals of page;
Paper foliage variegated with joy & with rage.
From hearts they will flourish in fast evolution;
Watered with the blood of love & revolution.
Sunward on thoughts-like a trellis of hope;
Imagination fermented in each groping trope.
They know of the soul’s perennial litigation;
Inspiring our ideals with each germination.
We grow paper flowers in our spirit’s rich soil,
Then we press it ‘tween pages never to spoil.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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