The Orchid
Its body moves
Undulating and curling
As it rises towards the sky
Long, sinewy
Thin
Yet substantial
Its arms stretch to its sides
As it strikes
Its eternal elegant pose.
Its face
Seemingly turned towards the heavens
As if preying
For the redemption
Of its soul.
Colour
It knows not of its distinction
Yet it is found in a number of different hues
Some meek, mild and subdued
Others bold, emblazoned and sultry.
It seduces
Not with its smell
Its voice
Its laughter
But with its sweet
Simplicity
Innocence
and its Eternal beauty
Forever
And always
An exotic gift.
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Ali K | Year Posted 2015
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