Left A Rose

Social/political 1 Minute

I’ve gleaned the fields of love… someone left a rose, complained about her chubby hips, an imperfection in her nose.

Someone never looked inside, signs leading to her heart, someone overlooked the rose and left her in the park.

I approach perfectly, and pluck her.

Published by flyraventhepoet

Poet...Prophet....Philosopher.... one foot in this world the other one in the next...

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