Pain of a Little Flower
Scratches on the skin;
Dripping bloods
Rolling down...
Whisper of pain
Spreading chills in the wind;
Shivering body yearns
for life...
Life played an unfair game
to a child as wild...
Strong old muscled animal
Crushed a little flower.
Life is unfair...
Little flower rolling pain,
sans reason in her brain.
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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