Notice of absence from NinjaGirl
Will be absent until Jan 6th. Happy holidays to all!
Will be absent until Jan 6th. Happy holidays to all!
The flower was picked
Ripped off of the stem
Torn through the green flesh
It bleeds juice everywhere
I picked a flower
I thought it was pretty
I touched the soft petals
And they fell and died
The flower cries
It was beautiful
But it wilts on the cement
And is stepped on by strangers
I liked the flower
But the moment is over
I don't know what happened to it
And I don't really care.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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Comments2
Creative a dual perspective and a sad story. Nicely done
Thank you so much!
A fine write. Nicely done.
Thank you!
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