Walking down the street
I saw a violet
Or so I thought
He stopped by
Said its not a violet
A dirty weed needs care and light
She came along
pressed my hand
An ugly dried wilt nowhere to belong
I stopped strangers
for an unbiased view
Some said flower some just withdrew
I looked at the violet
It still was one
To me, for me.. it was smiling all alone.
3 comments:
If it was a beauty for you then how can I not agree.
:) Thank you for stopping by.
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