In the hand was the flower so light,
So harmless, so plain,
The hand had held the flower so long,
That both felt one,
The hand began to feel pure lust rise,
To a ridiculous point,
Till one day the hand was hit rudely,
And the flower flew,
Alas! it's love no more belonged to it.
Written: 19/01/2010
Edited: 24/01/2010
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