Innocnce Of A Flower

An untouched flower

Never picked

But chosen time and time again

Her thorns bring blood

Each person she pricks

Not wanting to be touched

Not wanting to be picked

The rareness of her petals

Always intact

A dying garden surrounds her

And there's no going back

Innocence of her garden

The last flower

To remain unplucked

To keep her purity 

Forever untouched... 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and beautiful description.
"The rareness of her petals
Always intact
A dying garden surrounds her
And there's no going back"
Your use of words create good thoughts and beauty. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Simon Welsh]

Very beautiful. Looking forward to reading more.