Being Chosen Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Chosen



Flowers gathered closely around a rock are bobbing their pretty little heads in a gentle morning breeze.
Not a care in the world, looking forward to being chosen as an ornament on someone's dinner table.
Or not.

Thursday, August 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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