Alienated Flowers - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Weeds interest me
Their beauty is almost ignored.
When stopping to look at them
Strangers, will, shout-out
It's just a weed.
But, isn't that, true of us all...
A weed is only a flower-
In the wrong place, they say.
Well isn't that how we all feel.
There is weakness in a flower
In the right place! Oh to be
A weed in the wrong place
Mustn't it be heaven on earth?
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