glissando - rev 2

[milo]

Skies drip rain into

vases of sorrow, vases if sorrow is that sort of abstraction where we have to fill something with it (buckets of love, lakes of hope, etc.)

resurrecting dead

flowers day after day. resurrecting dead flowers is nice

A broken-winged bird

swooped up by the wind

will not sing again.

I don't know if the contrast or the image is really working but there are no technical quibbles with it.