A Flower
A flower
On the wayside, I saw a beautiful flower
it was deep purple, among working-class weed
and I thought it suffered greatly.
I picked the flower put it in a vase only to see it die of loneliness.
Next day I went back to where I had picked
the purple flower and the weed said: why
did you do this to us we may make fun of the flower
But we like beauty too
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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