Flowers
Within this simple garden
So many flowers bloom,
Displaying colored banners;
Inviting love anew
Be wary as you travel
Past countless painted hues,
For every blossom beckons,
Yet only one you'll choose
Some harbor thorn and thistle
Beneath their slender stems,
Appearing soft and harmless
Until you reach for them
Some feign to be so friendly
And smile up at the sun,
But hide their yellow faces
When wrathful storm is come
Still others shine and sparkle
To capture you with awe,
But at the season’s ending
You will find only straw
And yet there is one flower
That differs from the rest;
It stands alone and waiting
In search of love that’s best
If you can see her standing
Amid deceitful forms,
Bend low to pick this treasure –
A flower with no thorns.
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