From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.
Jilted flower come back to the meadow
We miss your petals so
Your roots so deep
Moisture could not escape
Not here, not now
I'm going back to the great willow
May he guide and protect us
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ZackeryDaleyposted on 10/20/2009
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Say what you mean, but say it with mirrors and smoke.
Good stuff.