A Flower I Pick Poem by samantha bridget

A Flower I Pick



A flower I pick
From a bunch
I prick my hand
From a thorn
I bleed to death
With a rose
I rise above
To see the ones I love
A flower I pick
From a bunch
So I can see the ones I love

Monday, November 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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