FLOWER'S POT
As a flower petals broken
Make its fruitions and juices.
And the pot torn
The bottom of the bottle
Lost of its neck,
It is never glued to glow
Again as a faultless cake.
Leaves that preserved
Reign and reject to the time.
Give words to the singers
To prose on a stage of milky
Ways and clear the throne.
Give a tumbler of gin and rum
To the clowned clients
A word will be comic in mimics.
Whole looks like a loomed lake
Strings and fountains of life
Graded and graced rays of gold
As a game of the individual grosses.
Desires and diamonds of the doers.
The light of lighter is lit
The insights of seers are sorrowed.
Give a stick to herds and shepherds
Intolerance leads to endless wars
Snails always go back its she'll
As well as tortoise's shelters.
What up almost comes down.
