Friday, November 7, 2014

There she was

She was there in the morning
I saw her on my way
Surrounded by a vastitude of green, there she was
A single closed bud
"How brave of her to come out all alone" were my thoughts as I walked

Once again I passed by
There she was
One might think she'd feel lonely
But alone, she bloomed
And in bloom she remained

At the end of the day, 
I saw her one more time
Sitting there in the greenery,
In no less than it was planned, 
In no less than she deserved, 
In the magnificent splendor of a bud that, alone, decided to bloom.

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