Summary:
Category: Poetry
Genre: Free verse
Rated: G
Word Count: 98
A flower I see,
Besides a hasty lane
Every morn I look,
Down the broken pane
Bears the harsh of hands,
The hate of winds it fought.
Alone in the vast of mind,
Swaying the rains of thought
Yet petals colored bright; smiles,
Smiles, perceive a few.
Tears thy I surely see,
Shine the dawn dew.
The sun thy color may fade,
And become dusty might thee,
Yet adore thy I will,
And thrive when thee I see!
And thrive when thee I see!
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