Alienated Flowers... Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Alienated Flowers...

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.
The wrong place, they say.
Well, isn't that how we all feel?
There is a 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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