Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)
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If I were a flower
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.
Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained