I’ve been a small stone
In a barren desert.
I’m weary of myself
And the hours
I spend alone.
One day I’ll be a flower
In a crystal vase
In a woman’s bedroom,
The first flower of her day,
And I’ll never be lonely.
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One of your very best, Uriah. True poetry is priceless. This is true poetry. Thank you for being on poemhunter. Warmest regards, Sandra