Peace of Mind
By Harriet C
A still bloomed flower fluttered gliding across the fresh spring air not a single sight to see all gone disappeared years past and empires madly fought for their lives while the beautiful antique sat staring as their last breaths were taken, from their bare hands blissful face, hot burning skin as the shimmering sun lazed down on the earth lost, gone, nowhere, broken. Every day, part by part, the antique but forever stayed in my heart.
