she is my silene stenophylla
rare, pure, beautiful
underappreciated, unnoticed
humans make me so angry
because they don't see
the wonder in front of them
her soul is delicate
yet withstanding;
the petals of my silene stenophylla
that I could but protect her
yet how
when all I want for her is to bloom
I worry for her future
because the silene stenophylla
is 32,000 years old
and it is all alone
none left of its kind
if I could, I would be her kind
my beautiful flower
but that she could really be mine
lacking that, I would wish she have the world
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
she is my silene stenophylla
rare, pure, beautiful
underappreciated, unnoticed
humans make me so angry
because they don't see
the wonder in front of them
her soul is delicate
yet withstanding;
the petals of my silene stenophylla
that I could but protect her
yet how
when all I want for her is to bloom
I worry for her future
because the silene stenophylla
is 32,000 years old
and it is all alone
none left of its kind
if I could, I would be her kind
my beautiful flower
but that she could really be mine
lacking that, I would wish she have the world
2013
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