Pretty Flower On a Lonesome Walk
In the twilight of a Summer day
In a barren place far, far away
I came upon a yellow flower among the rocks and scree
Through great strain she pushed through the stones
..and in this blight she made a home
She made me smile as I looked down and she looked up at me
A thing of beauty so misplaced
No palace garden or jeweled case
Just me and her out in the wastes, what is, but shouldn’t be
Copyright © Yort Watson | Year Posted 2014
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