The Garden of Europa
A flower so unique
there was only one
Phoenicia a land of mystic
her beauty in bloom
a deception
her strength was the stem
not pretty soft petals
her love for humanity
touched the disenfranchised
her heart belonged to the poor
she was to be a gift
to a land that of sadness
failed to see
crusades never win
her true beauty a diamond hidden
within
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2024
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