Do I deserve to see the flower drop and flow?
The knowledge that it once bloomed so bright for those below
The wisdom to find solace in the bees that night
The right to stand in safety as it runs with such delight
Where will that flower go
What beauty will be found
Will the next eyes have the willingness to acknowledge the beauty that surrounds
How will it find its forever resting place?
Who will admire it if it's sheltered from all that seek its grace
The monsters come in herds
Seeking such pure beauty
They want it for their own
Will they see the cruelty
They seek it for its power
They seek it for its strength
They do not know
They must not know
The flower
It is
Dead
About the Creator
Kimai Furness
Young writer, Hobart, Tasmania, Australia
Writing is a passion, and a dream I hope to make a reality.
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