The Garden is Delightful
As the Sun shines through
Dainty, red petals,
Pretty perfect poppies.
Golden yellow sunflowers.
A perfect view.
but under them
buried flowers.
left in the dirt to wilt
sinners
Deformities seized from their stems
crushed
Mutilated
A useless weed
Pretty flowers stay on Top.
Basking in Sunlight
Paparazzi of Bees
poor fallen rose
her petals were too small
thorns too sharp
just. not. beautiful
Yet.
Perfect posies at the top.
Plucked off too soon
To adorn a braid.
To enlighten a soul
A Trophy of what once was
In a race that no one wins
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