The flower

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    The flower

    The Flower

    The juices come from the Himalayas a rarity, pure and clean;

    It entices all who looks deeper, to see the quality that lies within;

    The pedals are layered to fortunes, of beauty; each pedal lures to the touch,and quivers to be seen ,getting to close , its special and rare to many eyes;

    Looking in ,only the untainted can last because it hides away; to any squalor and disappears;

    Nevertheless, blossoms when cared for; as it expands slowly, moving anything hurtful from its paths and develops, as it expands it learns the contamination of the world:

    However, the beauty of the flower many come to touch the rare annuity;

    Even so, very few our chosen, with bewilderment they become anguished and disconnected. However, the soil it produces acknowledges them, however,

    Decomposes the organism that produces this foul immorality, self-loathing, delusion, perpetually and embittered, leaving them thoughtlessly and confused.

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    fredthley commented on The flower

    08-05-2009

    I really like this Poem. Even though I have no idea what you're trying to say, somehow it's kinda connected to me. Nice piece.

    Strider commented on The flower

    07-20-2009

    For me this poem is about womanhood and its struggle with manhood - hope am right. In any case it is a wonderful peice of work. Keep it up girl.

    alexis5366

    07/21/2009

    you our right thank you

    Savvy commented on The flower

    03-18-2009

    love the word choice! wonderful!

    alexis5366

    06/24/2009

    thanks you

    Phoenix9 commented on The flower

    12-16-2008

    very nice

    alexis5366

    06/24/2009

    thank you

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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