wow...^__^ i can see the dusky room, someone, a beautiful woman, like an elf, entering there and it's all so hopeless and then she comes and takes the flower that she wants to resurrect and takes it to the river but the flower is still lifeless and all hope seems gone and she starts to cry and then wa-zaam! the flower wakes up again. definetely a lost soul finding its way back home. lost and found;>> the message is so strong and the atmosphere is so caring and sweet. like a dark cloud with the little silver corner. very beautiful. the hopelessness reminds me of myself 'cos i'm kinda hopeless right now: i just got a 60euros fine for not paying the tram ticket. for god's sake, just once when i forget it i get caught! isn't there any fairness in the world anymore?! damn. but yeah, great poem
wow, I really like this, you did a fantastic job, and the thought behind the words stands out... I can see a young girl, maybe a ill girl, anorexic or something, alone, and holding a dying flower, and I love the part where you say only warm tears can ressurect. that is great stuff... excellent job.