Holding Ghosts
Wooden tables
Masterfully carved
With constant wearing
Hold
Velvet blossoms
Stems fall deeply
With a vase caressing
Sprout
Like a branch
suspending leaves
Wooden tables
suspend beautiful flowers
[Except:]
Aren’t picked velvet blossoms
and wooden tables dead?
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