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A flower

A lonely flower, amongst some weeds,

Bringing life to a dark alley.

The weeds,

Hoping its beauty was contagious,

Tried to edge closer.

Their roots,

A boundary from hell.

They needed this greatness,

This light,

But unable to reach,

They drooped,

And stayed in place.

 

Diurnally, jealousy grew,

Passers-by,

Only took notice of,

The flower.

No-one cared about

Green weeds.

Blending in with everything else.

They did not bloom, nor blossom.

But they knew

Nothing would change.

So, the only appropriate action,

Was sulking.

  

The rest come in the afternoon because I am still working *sorry*

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Taken on March 18, 2010