Friday, April 15, 1983

Wilted Flowers

Idly expressing their sadness.
Life has ceased to exist,
Withering away into dust.

Flawless, limp.
Once willowy.
Everlasting life removed and
Stripped from their petals.

Friday, April 1, 1983

Mirrored Hope

Looking hopefully into the mirror,
Or possibly hopelessly,
She closes her eyes.
She is beautiful.
If only they would open their eyes to her.
Pondering the thought,
She smiles.
The day is too beautiful for threats.