petals secret in the forest
they whisper to the air
''change this''
blood looms and blooms from the beginning
until abscission
petals moving with time
on an optimal journey
deep within them
they feel it flow
as an alteration to thier core
ascends thier branches.
A contest entry
- God Does Good Things (4) by SoldierOfTheCross.
400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 6 entries
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