I I killed a flower some years ago— By the tree had it abided, The tree growing by the sea. Intended for the fairies had it been, The fairies collecting dust by my sleepless eyes. I tortured the plant, pulverizing the stem Till the shocked limb tore from its abode, The juice of vitality stuck [...]
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I Killed A Flower
Posted in Isabella D'Agosto on February 11, 2011 | 1 Comment »
The Mirror
Posted in Isabella D'Agosto on November 4, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Not so long ago, there was a girl With smiles of dark shadows, Who turned toward the Clocks, the bells that never sing. One hand stretched ahead, pointing— She accused the circles that suffocated the walls, And the wands that confessed what she could not. Marigolds on the stool— They bewitched her heart with the [...]
