The Silence Of The Beauty Of The Flowers In The Middle Of The Storm

we are in deep trouble
we do not
however make it worse with the use of any word

there is nothing more effective
as a solution
except this enduring silence

our eyes speak
and shall determine if we are still worth
our salt

we follow always the principle of the flowers
noiseless in their beauty

even in the middle of the storm
you can never hear the panic of their sepals

the petals may have fallen to the ground
yet lips sealed & definitely fate is accepted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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