A flower so frail,
battered by Winter's cold breath
withered by Summer's fiery tongue.
A flower so solitary,
from seed throttled by thorns
marred by nature's cruel hand.
I am that flower.
Yet through you, my friends,
I find the strength to stand against the wind
and the power to fight my way through the thorns.
Author notes
Written September 2nd, 2003
A contest entry
- Blossoms by Ms. Trick.
300 points, ended September 7, 2003, 22 entries
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