You plucked that
bud before it flowered
leaving traces of undeveloped
leaves...
leaves that later unfurled
with ragged eadges, faded color
and stains of tarnished brown.
The bush still grows
the stem now flower-less
and dressed in wilting greenery
overshadowed in a dark spot
where the sun can not reach...
But in the shade
it watches nature exhibit
the beauty that it
might have been,
instead...
This thorny stem, a twig
that can't reproduce
or flourish in the garden of life,
will remain naked like winter...
dead, lifeless and unforgiving
to anyone who comes close.










Vibrant detail of the flawed aberration of man as reflected in nature. Reminding me of a pool of water without reflection. Wonderful work, poet!! Wishing you all the best!!



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