Crippled FlowerA Poem by AlexValkyrieYears had come and gone, and trees withered away, New ones grown and loved, By children come to play. Bushes by the ball field, And grass so green and lush, But above all else a single rose, Hiding safely behind the brush. The plant was small and withered, With barely a pointed thorn, Most of its flowers, from its branches torn. Only one blossom of petals, strongly still remained. One single blossom of petals, Through sun and wind and rain. No gardener to care for it, Or lonely woman to admire, All the plant could do was wait, until the day it would expire. She came to the park, To relax and soak up the light, Traversed hills of grass, And noticed the rose within her sight. A sigh from her lips, Then a gentled murmured word. A beautiful day for the rose, Heralded by wind and bird. With a laugh she said "Come with me and stay" Uplifting the roses spirit. But pain was on the way In ignorance she reached, And from the ground plucked the flower, Held it to her nose to smell, Left it within the hour. © 2015 AlexValkyrieFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 18, 2015 Last Updated on February 18, 2015 AuthorAlexValkyrieJoshua Tree, CAAboutI'm back. I don't do read requests. Those things stack up way too quickly. If you really want me to read something of yours then you will take the time to ask in a message. more..Writing
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