Garland

I WAS MAKING A GARLAND
THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND
THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE
EVEN THAT WOULD MAKE THE NIGHT INTO BRIGHT
THE FLOWERS ATTRACT US AT IT'S FIRST SIGHT
WE DON'T NEED ANY ELECTRICITY FOR THIS NATURAL LIGHT

IT WAS Like A SNOW COVERED BALL
STANDING ON A FEEBLE POLE
IF I HOLD IT TIGHTLY,IT WILL BE DAMAGED
IF I TIE IT LOOSELY,IT WOULD FALL ON THE GROUND

AT BOTH THE EXTREMES DEATH IS WAITING
BUT STILL THE FLOWERS ARE SMILING
WHICH INSPIRED ME NOT
TO PLUCK ANY MORE FLOWERS
FROM THE PLANT

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