Human Hands
Beautiful pink flowers with petals of rose
Blown by the icy wind into a delicate pose.
Untouched by small or large human hands,
A field of blossoms spread across the land.
Nature’s presence so perfectly impearled
In this violence, stolen from a dream world.
It’s far too difficult for our flawed hearts to cease
Their mutterings if we leave the scene in peace.
The soft gentle petals curl up into a ball,
Withering brown, crunching up and fall.
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