Flower Poem by Giovanna Marasco

Flower

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The flowers outside the window,
Have withered into crippled buds
Coffee-stained, white roses,
Sullied, now impure
Yet still, the Sun shines on
Ignoring the pain of its children below;
We feel utterly abandoned
Yet when we know its apathetic presence
Entirely assured

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Muhammad Hesham 04 September 2007

A thoughtful vision of simple realities, put in a well-structured language.

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Steve Hancock 04 September 2007

Very nice poem love the line Coffee-stained, white roses

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