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A Flower Picked for the Grave

February 23, 2015
By kaisahroll SILVER, Wilmington, Delaware
kaisahroll SILVER, Wilmington, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
"If God doesn't exist, we are the creatures of highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand the passage of time and the value of every minute of human life. And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether man would have died tomorrow or the day after or eventually...it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life...every second of it...is all we have."


Like a flower
He found her fragile, soft.
An aroma as sweet as any other.
Her hair was the soft golden yellow
Of the summer time petals.
She was small,
She was beautiful.
He had to have her,
She had to be his.
So he picked her up
Ripping her from all she had known,
To give her only what he knew.
But like a flower plucked from its bed,
She quickly began to grow old,
Withering at a rapid rate.
The soft yellows became dirty browns,
Shriveling, falling away.
When you've stolen a flower from her home,
All she knows;,
You must prepare yourself
For the ugly that will grow,
The grave that must be dug.
The eternal slumber to what once was
Beauty in its greatest form.



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