Musings Of A Clouded Mind

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Exquisite Flower

When love is
unencumbered and
free to grow as it will,
it is like
an exquisite flower,
its blossom
unfolding in the sun.
But if it is not
and tended,
the flower withers
and dies
and there is
nothing left
fallen petals
on the ground.

Copyright By
Anita Lewis Longino
August 19, 2009

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