Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Flower

a flower beamed its splendor to me,

sharing its grandeur with glee,

a simple expression,

that left its impression, sending its message through my eyes,
color, texture, aroma its supplies,

the message carried on a path,
no alternative intentions, no rath.
only expressing its nature,
no concerns for stature,

no expectations for recompense,

just an offering for my sense,
a gift delivered for free,

one that I accepted deep within me.

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