A Bloom of a Different Color
I am a bloom of a different color
blowing in the wind trying to mend,
a broken stem, that sent me twirling
through the wind.
I am a bright red flower that showers
my love within.
I live on a stem of a different color
that makes me stand out from others.
I am a bright red flower that bleeds
for someone to admire me and want my
beauty within.
I am a bloom of a different color and
there is no other like me.
I stand alone on a broken stem with a
color that stands with no other with
my defects and special beauty within.
So please admire me for being different
and there is no other like me!
I will soon fall off and die so please
admire me before the end!
Copyright © Rhonda Clapper | Year Posted 2007
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