Summer
In the garden
Roses
Recollections
Meander like a stream
Through a landscape
Of scenes from the future
Unlikely possibilities
That still seem attractive
Dissolved by the acid of now --
They are like corpses on a battlefield
In the heat of a cloudless sky
Upon which numberless scavengers feed,
Messengers from the demon of the wheel of time --
White petals sway under the crows black wings
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