Flowers of war
your hands have known too many passengers
held to many things
but you still bloom with ancient hieroglyphics
that light the now hours of this sunset veil
and I promise to always shelter you
from the train wrecks
and help you count the moments
that don’t leave bruises on your heart
and for the ones that do I swear
I will knit away at them to keep you protected
because flowers of war
are beautiful when grown together
-- O.Jardine
(Poem excerpt from my book "Of Bird and Wire")
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I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
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