Blossom
A blossom’s beauty hangs in glory
Trampled by the souls of men
Truth be seen, yet for a moment
This offering has come and past
Her velvet dress swayed motionless
To the dance that He began
Rhythm filled like dendrite drums
Chorus coupled; man and beast
In falling moments she lay in peace
Forgotten from the one she loves?
Copyright © Manny Galvan | Year Posted 2009
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