Friday, August 31, 2012

growing pains

Delicate flower blossoming here;
serene and elegant.

Gently and carefully
she wilts.

Delicate blossom smiles,
tries harder,
waits longer;
she knows her time will

Gently she puts her face to the sun
each morning new.
Carefully buries her face in the ground,
in darkness untrue.

Craving safety
and happiness.

She will find a more secure comfort than this.

But today she gently wilts.
Today the smile's just to hide
the teardrops.

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