He Knows
Today I saw a man pick a Flower with his hand. A Flower that has bloomed and died but, her
thorns still prick his hand. And yet he holds her withered petals, hoping they will rise.
Deep down inside of him, he knows this Flower died.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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