The summer heat draws the last drop of energy from
The forehead of the
Pretty Dry Flower!
The Loneliness and Silence
Is broken by
Thw cruel sound of the proud, polished Leather shoes
As they trample over the leaves and the Pretty dry flower
Which had lent her fragrance
To their life.
She sobs in agony
Unheard by the leather shoes.
Dries her eyes and says
"O man of clay
Stop your swagger
Because your heart is weak
And your wavering mind full of insecurities
Will seek the tranquillity of my being again"
-SG
