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The wallflower The beauteous bloom Cast in shadow and gloom She never reaches out For fear that she will Wither, for fear that she Will burn red Watch her grow, swallowing The old brick in anguish and Loneliness! And one day, the wall will Fall down Fall down And then, Then, They will have to notice |
You have quite a keen sense of presenting pieces that bring the reader to experience...sharing...observation I always enjoy "IT"! love,peace,joy&smiles 2 share ![]() ![]() ![]() tif ![]() | Posted on 2007-10-13 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | hi i,m glad it inspired you to write this poem,i enjoyed it , nicely written,well done, | She never reaches out For fear that she will Wither, for fear that she Will burn red i liked this stanza, it,s like the idea i had when writting my poem, there are a lot of people out there, wallflowers who can relate to these poems, good poem take care gerry | Posted on 2007-10-09 00:00:00 | by eyeless in gaza | [ Reply to This ] | |