Like a Rose
By WolfsWhisper
Buried in the soil little seed, little seed. Waiting to be uncovered and set free, and set free. Bursting through the soil towards the sun, towards the sun. Rising higher tender bud, tender bud. Spreading petals silken rose, silken rose. Protruding thorns grow to protect. Wilting slowly from neglect. Drifting downwards to the ground. Dead little flower is lost not to be found. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 02:42 PM PST, Allison Nolen 0 • 1
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"Buried in the soil little seed, little seed...."