Poem – The Flowering of Ruins

Aqua flower here it blooms

nestled in a thrown of reeds

luminescent on a pond

buried neath a sky of trees

 

soft and faerie, light it shows

the path through broken column rows

a thing of beauty, that knows no day

the lovely child of decay

 

for it was once pruned

from midst walkway stone

but aside from ghosts

is now alone

 

with majesty

it stands,  a stave

an epitaph

on an empire’s grave

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