A Flower

A Flower

A Poem by FaeryQueen
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This flower; there is something inside of this flower that's moving. 

Life; it moves; breathing into and out of this flower; the whiteness inside sways. 

Death; passes this flower, grazing it, scanning for pollutants. 

The flower; brink of death, is saved by life. 

The flower; brink of life, is thwarted by death 

 

 




The cycle repeats. 

 

 

 

© 2016 FaeryQueen


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Added on April 24, 2016
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