The Tainted Row

She walked along the tainted row; of lilies, poppies and roses stacked high on plates of silver and gold.

It was the dead of winter where nothing should grow.

Reason and logic are intrinsically tied and tattered to trial and test.

Although, it is unlike all of the rest.

A flower blooms where love consumes… in shadowy corners unknown.

Melissa June Daniels

Copyright 2014

Taken at Rolling Hills Asylum in Upstate New York.
Taken at Rolling Hills Asylum in Upstate New York.
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