Under the Madness, Under the Flower

Under the Madness, Under the Flower
The One that tilts, the One with power
Shares such a sweet smell

And all the while, I sit
Breathtaken and Astonished
And for now I have it
The beauty which I have wished

Under the Madness, Under the Flower
The One that wilts, the One that cowers
Still smells so sweet

And if I'd leave, then it
Too would wilt
Its Petals blacken by it,
It too would tilt

When the Light dies
And the dark subsides
My little flower Cannot be
In a life without me

Yet it still smells so sweet

poem by Allen Cuevas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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