Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.~ Khalil Gibran
Tuesday 26 February 2013
Flowers
Threaten the bloom with aggression of disease,
The fragile stalk, the tender petal
Hardened by the winds of unease,
The weeds have their own metal-
Pulverising the scent of hopeful flowers,
The down trodden, created by harsh powers.
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