Petals falling
She was a bronze statue
contemplating the moment
as the life blood of the city
flowed by.
A sentinel
guarding all their dreams
as the church bells tolled
beneath a deceitful sky.
And while petals softly fell
in silent echoes of the mind
a field of dying flowers
paid homage to all mankind.
A requiem of sorrow
for every dream that died
that suffocated from the weight
of all the opaque lies.
And so she sat amongst the petals
watching them as they fell
captured in the film of life
trapped inside her rusty shell.
And as her silohette begin to fade
into the celluloid of life
a final frame burns its image
of a lonley day without respite.
© Rik - 17/04/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-04-17 at 02:37
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