Poems from Flower-of-the-Moon
Can one really tell our lives?
Are they possible to describe?
To list blatant truths
Find the subtle lies
Remember, record, and all in...
Look around you weary traveler
I promise it is grand
If you could but shed
The sadness with you stand
To grief filled eyes
The rain...
If happiness were buried treasure
For you I'd search forever
Look through every wood
Search as hard and long as I could
For that...
Listen close
Soft cries they hold
A certain ounce of grace
Hiding away the little things
Which would alert the others
The slightly...
"Truly I should be working, no?"
Whispered the little student
"Surly this is what’s right"
She fretted in her mind
"But why should I do it...