In a world of stone, cold unfeeling rocky hearts.
How do we find the flower? Lost amongst these dead things.
And how do we find the real flower, amongst plastic imitations?
The rough dead things made to imitate life.
The hollow words of stone meant to imitate feeling.
© "Raksha" RJ Boettcher 2002
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