My Diary: The Solitary Flower

Today had a parting like a youthful head of hair on an old man.‭ ‬I walked along it like Moses,‭ ‬getting paid in army rations.‭ ‬I caught the wild cat home and waited for wise words as I slipped the evening on like comfortable clothes.‭ ‬At the end of the tired day,‭ ‬as I was drifting off to sleep,‭ ‬the cat caught me back‭ ‬-‭ ‬I said nothing.‭

The Solitary Flower

The Solitary Flower

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