Friday, February 6, 2009

the rose

"I say love it is a flower and you its only seed"

A seed

A nurtured seed
Doted on
Planted in fertile ground
Bathed in sunlight
Watered daily
Grown in a feld of flowers

A forgotten seed
Dropped along the way
Finding soil in a crevice
Withstanding all elements
Thirsty for water everyday
Alone

A seed
Has no choice but to grow

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