Saturday, December 20, 2014

Wild Flower

I’m not the red rose 
you would pick up
from the bunch of pretty roses 
your lady love would hand you.

I’m not one of those grand tulips
from the vast fields of Amsterdam
where everyone would not hesitate 
to pose for a beautiful picture. 

I’m just a wild flower on a plain hill,
longing for somebody to embrace 
the strength, solitude and love
that grow along with me.  

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