ARRESTED FLORAL DEVELOPMENT
Round the petals, slept in row
As oddly did one deftly grow
Elements had frayed it's edge
As near perfection framed it's wedge
Why the phlower would hold on
To such a blemish it had spawned
When every petal...posed as told
This shabby pad looked bent and old
The wind would try to pry the petal
As it would whip, and howl as nettle
And yet the ph-lower did hold on
For empty spaces......show......whats gone
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The Frayed Petal
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Good write Lady,
Felix
Now THIS is poetry. Perfection!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, and continued prayers, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D