I wrote this after a painful divorce years ago and the loss of my innocent upbringing. Just thought I'd share.
The flower sprouts, it seems so shy.
The leaves expand underneath the light.
A new life born for future despair,
But no one claimed that life was fair.
A flower of innocence knows no fear
But then, there is no innocence here.
The flower withers, it's substance dries,
It bows it's head and quietly dies.
2007-10-13
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