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It's just a little something I wrote in bed a minute before I fell asleep. It turns out dreams have the most promise for metaphorical poetry.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 116 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-05-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2285684
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Waiter? There's an abstract in my poem.
The Flower
etched by the winds of time.
It witnesses all-
monsters and gladiators
and stars swallowed from air,
power that rises
and kingdoms that crumble.
It witnesses all from its creation.
resisting resistance.
It's evolution, a revolution awaiting ablution.
A Flower wilts to bloom again.
A thousand eyes,
watching, waiting, blinking, expecting.
I rise again and crawl towards salvation,
evolution, the revolution in motion.
The Flower is weary.
How long 'til the winds shift,
and it is no more or much more?
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