The flowers wilt and die <br />But their scent is endless <br /> <br />Midnight tolls and in the park it <br />hits us and spans our time together <br /> <br />Mechanisms like machines <br />are thought to end our existence <br /> <br />But in the center of our souls <br />we beat like clocks and sway like lillies <br /> <br />In the sun, in the snow we lay and melt <br />And bathe like rocks in the sea<br /><br />Hubert J. Humperdink<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-cukoos-nest/
