The Whisper of the Hollyhock
A poetic response to "The sound of the Hollyhocks" by H. Garner
Daises roses and the hollyhock.
When it is silent, you can hear them so well,
Now, hush, a story is they are about to tell.
Beside the window, there used to be Rock,
A young man who was always listening to the hollyhocks.
With a heart that is broken and future chosen,
He kept his own dream forever unspoken.
One late Autumn night, I had a nightmare,
I saw a star falling across the still night air;
Like a diamond fell into heaps of coal.
With it, there rose a young man's mournful soul.
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