My foom shall become <br />a flower dried up <br />between leaves <br />shelved and pressed <br /> <br />the pulpy parts <br />the saucy looks <br />freshness <br />a lewd memory <br /> <br />and the love <br />of yesteryear <br />a legend <br />on frail legs<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-20/
