
I think we all feel like this sometimes. Like we've been torn away from something we've grown to know all to well. But the most important thing we can do is brush off.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 50 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3068216
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A golden budding tulip
Sways lazily in gentle winds
Anchored by a careless grip
Unprepared for the gale that begins
Torn away from meadow home
In a new place, in new silt
A browning tulip droops alone
Scared to start anew, and so for fear it wilts
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