Wednesday, January 28, 2009

another attempt to poetry 2




Sun so great and strong!

Shining mightily to the flowers brightly grown.
With one stifling strike fell one flower's soul, crushed from the crown, withered into the ground.

Not too spiked, not too frail a bond
Never was it meant to forever withstand!



Note: That's a Picasso work of art (the flowers)

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