Peonies on the Ceiling

Look! How the shadow creeps
The yellow paint
Brittle and decaying,
The peonies bloom
By the wooden walls
Giant leaves hang overhead
Rustling with the faint wind
Mimicking its brothers and sisters
Down below
Where do the wild flowers
Where do they live like birds?
Blooming so majestically
Reaching and longing
But they must beware of over-reaching
Their bounds -
The penalty I'm afraid is

-Gregory Santos

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