Plucked Far from Serenity
Too early are the means of life given, used and taken, not by ourselves, but by the dramatic production of the artful protagonist.
Beds of youthful roses
plucked ALMOST too youthful scatter the artists thoughts.
Red as the first blood drawn from the vividly lucid
they tear the meaning from the sweet mother.
Listen close and record, the anxious thoughts of a long lost love create a fallacy known only to the one.
Within this, an inspiration lost in time, captivated by the tragically beautiful silence.
Harsh words and demeaning actions provide fertile ground for the seeds of artful production, yet decay at the thought of it.
And this, this is what it means to lay upon one of the many beds of the beautiful young roses' fidelity.
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