CRUSHED
A flower
Grows gracefully among the other
In a park where people discover
The love they have for one another
Full of thorn may the flower be
Hurt the fingers that try to touch it
Beauty it still to the eyes that see
It made the flower a lovely misfit
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Along came a bee
Attracted by that plant of beauty
Magnetize by the sweetness of its honey
Charmed by the colour that it sees
Lone is the beauty for its majesty
Wishing to monopolize its purity
Crushed is the bee as it witness
A butterfly has taste its sweetness
Hopeless!
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11.00
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 2:36 AM UTC
CRUSHED
A flower
Grows gracefully among the other
In a park where people discover
The love they have for one another
Full of thorn may the flower be
Hurt the fingers that try to touch it
Beauty it still to the eyes that see
It made the flower a lovely misfit
300504
10.00
Along came a bee
Attracted by that plant of beauty
Magnetize by the sweetness of its honey
Charmed by the colour that it sees
Lone is the beauty for its majesty
Wishing to monopolize its purity
Crushed is the bee as it witness
A butterfly has taste its sweetness
Hopeless!
010604
11.00
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