From a Dead Flower
I pluck the petals of a flower
Each pull like a dagger wrenched into my heart
What will fate lend me
As each petal floats to earth
Will my quest be my desires
One last petal clings
I know the answer I asked of it
What good is luck from a dead flower
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2017
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