A Flower


The sweetest and most delicate flower,
Can be crumbled in seconds.
Softest touch...
but can be thrown at with thunder.
Safe as heaven,
but can burn in hell.
But just this...
Sweet...
Innocent...
Flower...
Can bare no pain
Cause' its mistaken of its beauty
and
Knowledge
That it shatters...
not shatters,
but slowly, falls apart,
into the puddle right under it
and lays there to rest,
to show its
sign...
of no hope,
Lost,
Imperfection.

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