A flower bloomed,in sunny field,
resplendent day, a smile, a spirit;
I do not know when the dark clouds came
or how I gripped that drop of rain…
Too late, I, and rain, for flower,
neglected, unloved out in this field,
withering, expiring, drooping, down
I lift her up toward sun and star…
Peaceful, she, though fading fast,
beauty cupped in helpless hands;
seeking love, dying to be saved,
we came too late, I and rain…
In her prime, such beauty, lost,
a flower, unsung, oh, such a waste;
her soul escapes, and pulls the drop
to her quiet, pleasant face… a response to Insignificant by Piids In a list
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