martes, marzo 13, 2012

a flower

It will bloom with a thin stem
lively, it still growing
its colour will be truly a bright red,
after a time it's being as beautiful as a dawn
they're going to leave that flower,
it will be moved away,
they won't water it
its spines are growing stronger and stronger
avenging  the neglect of their old owners
it will be left alone and dark,
away from people,
shriveling up... in my heart.

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