Wrote this a few weeks ago. The Vietnamese hate to waste anything, are generally economical, recycle a great deal and will eat all of the most horrid parts of any animal, yet you are always throwing away perfectly good flowers.There is a metaphor in this some where...
I tire of seeing flowers lying
In the gutter,
Not quite live, nor dead,
Just dying,
Scarlet roses, snow white lillies,
Killed in bloom,
On a damp, filthy tomb,
No ones buying
The brief, beautifull and transitory.
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