Whirl winds of duplicity
scattered sweet petals of promises;
sowing frailty’s seed
to foster
in desperate reason
essence became obscure,
struggling to subsist
empty vines shriveled,
fallen leaves
flailed in futility
this graceful garden of dignity
withered and wept;
disintegrating within precarious soil
ash and dust slowly settled,
whispering solitude’s song of silence
as each fertilizing incident
of pretext
revealed the true bouquet
of aroma~











and blessings to you-


25 old applause
