Two Petals
By bdgrey
Two petals remain in reminiscence of past glory, as a whithering stem once brilliant green, now stands warily a hushed gray. Yet the bright red remains as the petals, refuse to die and relinquish their right, as gifts of life. The fading rose is the only memory of life, in this rapidly growing desert. No rain falls to feed the thirsty flower, yet it stands, resilient in its own self-worth. A brutality of heat pulsates from an angry sun, scorched and bitter in its own discontent. Cracked earth lays where once grew beauty of green, and parched skeletons of trees stand ominous, and beaten. Stagnant sorrow emits in the waves of heat, as a harsh wind bellows infuriating loose soil. Two petals immune to such torment of distress, and incensed apathy, stand proud and true. Holding on for the life of them, with what strength they can find within, they hang on as the final barrier for the wasteland. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 05:18 PM PST 0 • 12
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