Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Yet to Bloom

Why so lonely,
Little flower?
You sit alone while others glow.
They dance and shine
Their newfound beauty.
White as freshly fallen snow.

Why so lonely,
Little flower?
You show no sign,
No life at all.
While we pick and frolic
Blissfully,
You're trapped inside your pedalled wall.
 
Yet to bloom
 

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