Friday, December 4, 2015


She is a flower
With soft, soft petals
So easily bruised.

She feels fragile
For a strong wind
Could rip her petals away
Tearing her apart
Leaving her bare and bleeding.

She trembles on her stem
Anticipating the coming touch
Fearing rough and careless hands.

She lies defenseless
In the face of the storm
On the cold frosty ground.

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