Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Flower

A flower had bloomed.
Bright and elegant it stood.
Playing in the hands of the wind.
It gave off its scent, it was very happy.
The time went by, and;
Like the poet had said, it died.
Fell it down from the plant, no scent no colour.
It was my love........

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