THE BEAUTY OF A FLOWER
I can touch the petals' tissue
which is soft and lures my fingers
deeper than the surface to go
as l expect something softer.

They reveal a lovely colour
which can touch my loving pupils.
It arouses eager eyesight
to see more of what is inner.

Then the smell comes to distract me
moving me from top to bottom.
What is hidden underneath them
must convince me to go deeper.

When the petals fell, l hurried
to encouter what was pleasant,
but l saw what made me cower
as the beauty was the cover.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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