Narcissus Pseudonarcissus
rain fell, where they stood. against her cheeks and made
them laugh.
he stood, leaving flowers. something beautiful, for
something lost.
in loving memory... farewell,
my love.
On the grass, on the pavement, petals all around, a carving of stone so graceful, butterflies flutter in remain, specks of light dispersing. She was gone, sent to the heavens. Angels weeping, and angels who fell to the Earths. In memory. Raining.
