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Desert' Flower

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Desert' Flower

desert' Flower Walking through the desert' a dying flower - I encountered. With my shadow I covered it. With my tears I watered it. Watching that flower for a moment, come back to life - I compeared it- to my own. My life was slowly coming to an end. I had no one to care for me. Life can be pretty sad, when there is loneliness. Like the desert' flower - it too starts to deteriate and little by little it starts to die. A flower is beautiful, when it first blooms, so is our life when we are in our prime, but like the desert' flower one day - it too, will come to an end....
04/06/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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  1. Date: 4/29/2014 6:19:00 PM
    Hi Lucilla, another fine write from your golden pen. I've never believed we have an end. To me there is no death, another human concept. All life evolves Into something else. Your poem flows just like life. One life Is born, blooms, then It must say goodbye to the world as It becomes whatever. The flower and the human have this In common. Looking at the write from the human factor It makes all the sense In the world. well written my friend. Have a good day. Later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 11:56:00 AM
    Very sad poem and thought provoking but beautifully penned. Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 5/12/2013 6:26:00 AM
    a beautiful poem ..so full of emotion :)))

  1. Date: 4/13/2013 6:13:00 PM
    My dear Lucilla, you are in full bloom writing beauties like these. I love your poems. Take care, Richard

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 11:24:00 PM
    my dear sweetest Lucilla..how i adore your charming writes.. thank you so much for your visits and time to read my writes...appreciate so very much...<3 much luv and lights <3 Sk

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 6:19:00 PM
    Great comparison work..Enjoyed reading..We all know that we will get old and at some point in our lives die but when we begin to get old we face it more everyday..Thanks for your visit..Sara

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 2:59:00 PM
    A dessert flower in your tender hands Is sure to bloom my dear Lucilla In time it will scent the garden Of your heart You are never really alone, Here we are, Together as one family, Have a blessed day, love to you xxx

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 10:37:00 AM
    Lucilla, this is a lovely analogy and so perfectly written as well. I enjoyed reading this piece :)

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 7:21:00 AM
    Lucilla this is sad and beautiful...David

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 5:58:00 PM
    Love the flower you bloom. Your poem comes with so much perception*Skat

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 4:31:00 PM
    a beautiful analogy and very nicely written, sweetie.

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 1:44:00 PM
    This is a perfect analogy of life and death! You have tenderly portrayed the desert flower to our own lives, from a beauty to wilted deterioration! I really loved reading your delightful poem this afternoon! What a powerful piece this is, quite the dynamic poem, Great Work!!

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 12:58:00 PM
    I know a flower so beautiful and fragrant .... It is colorful and thoughtful ... The flower stand a little lonely in a meadow today I will pick you .... this flower are you Lucilla! - Beautiful but sad, lots of water and love ... - Have a nice weekend - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 12:13:00 PM
    wow Lucy, i love the way you expressed yourself and the flower you sheltered and compared it with your own life. A pin pointing poem, in which all things and living things come to an end. a flower is always more when taken care of, xox~ Linda