Saturday, May 17, 2014

Elegance

A plant with no rainfall
Holds its water dear.

Leaves fat like swollen fingers:
Water not, waste not, want not;
Save not, grow not, live not.

Flowers like tiny white sparks,
Sparse: enough and no more.

In an economy of beauty,
Meted out discretely,
Restraint inflames passion.

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