A beautiful flower emerged.
He was a river’s namesake.
His wake was caused by the urge to purge all
That is Fake. He sat by the lake shaken.
By the intricacies of the world. Over time
There grew a rose and tulip to stay with him
Alike but different. Love Not worth a dime
but still felt as important as the seraphim.
I am flattened by this Earth’s Gravitas.
Pain. Suffering.Lost Love.
Will it all have a use? The flower gives all it has.
A sorry poppy plucked by a dove.
The poppy’s name was Jordan.
He loved and hated and ate and suffered.
He lost his trust, broke his heart all but love he ran.
His life is at a high but that is simply because things have been rougher.