It’s always pretty when they’re blooming,
but it is short, they’re gone soon.
Cutting of their umbilical cord,
leaves just some threads and sometimes roots.
Because like humans she is planted.
Bedded in a softly womb.
And when they’re fallen
We take their heads up from the ground.
Indeed we like their magic color,
the ones they open up their heart.
They might be good or filled with poison,
Like human beings also pass.
Aqua1955
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Françoise Dénéréaz 10 Jun 2012
What a wonderful and very creative image ! I love the very beautiful words too. Most excellent work Ben !!ruth sears 08 Jun 2012
just lovely Ben~Patricia Griffin Brett 08 Jun 2012
I agree with Sharon, Ben! :)Sharon Gonzalez 08 Jun 2012
FABULOUS CREATIVITY, BEN. BEAUTIFUL.Angelina Whittaker Cook 07 Jun 2012
Imaginative image and profound words Ben!