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::Lone Flower::
A flower on a hill
Alone as it stands
Proudly swaying
On its piece of land
It's survived the frost
Endured the heat
Steadfast and hardy
It cannot be beat
It smells sweet
Like a flower should
Delicate and soft
As only a flower could
Its life, is its' pride
Its longevity, its' breath
Its color, is its' soul
Plucking, its' death
Alone, so lonely
No sound, no ears
Within, its' only friend
Frail with tears
The hill is lovely
Large yet quaint
Picture perfect
As an artist's paint
Devoid of fun
Solo it stays
Except for when
The wind sways
A little dance
Graceful and sweet
Over too fast
But what a treat
I loved this and if it's OK
I loved this and if it's OK with you, I would like to copy it (share is a better word) and send it to my daughter....I feel she was your model, standing there in front of you and while you looked into her soul you wrote this.
Of Course!
You may share it. =)