white petals spread thin snow across the path
time fails
When in the bursting hedge
dead elms point leafless fingers at the sky
hope falters
When in the silky sand of childhood's beach
the rusty barbs
intended to hold invaders
flapping like ravens to be shot
tear up the dancing foot
innocence is less
When in the bowl of lights
those heads appear
exchanging streams of words
which avidly avoid
time, care and hate
truth fades away.
I'll take the fate of roses if I may
Richard Lawson
Reggio Emilia 1999
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