Monday, May 07, 2007


She stood there,
The lone flower;
Her beauty blinding,
Everytime his rays
Touched her.

Sudden darkness,
Engulfed her.
She stretched,
Muscles strained,
Pushed through;
The darkness left behind.

Her sun was there,
Beckoning her.
She stretched some more,
And blushed again.
She looked behind,
At the darkness left.
“I’m still rooted
In you,” She said,
“This I won’t forget!”
But, to him, I’ll stretch…
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