- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mulberry Field
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Toast to the old man.
Who fell down dead in a field.
And became a tower.
In which out sprouted flowers.
They flew in the air pollen.
That gave the world hope.
As it was being destroyed.
By foolish men and their toys.
And the earth soon withered and grew old.
And the air soon became cold.
With black snow.
From the perishing of buildings.
Burned down to the ground in the fire.
Destroying The Great Empire.
And burns once more started to sing.
Free to fly in the winds of Mother Earth.
Who began her rebirth.
Great men washed away in the water.
Their works they took with them.
As the Oceans became altars.
As they start to descend.
Littering the Ocean floor.
Great trinkets and works lay tattered and torn.
As if they were scorned.
I took my dead memories to Mulberry field.
And buried them next to the great Rose Tree.
And whispered if you loved me,
Then why have you let me be?
If you love me,
Then won’t you bring me peace?
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