Flowers That Never Open
Flowers That Never Open
by Odin Roark
Flowers that stay in love's corner
struggling to emerge from mistake's tight-necked vase
as if strangling was their destiny
know well dusk's everyday farewell
dawn's luminance to wish upon
The caress of warmth and light
seemingly shadowed in fate
knows not any requirement
only to be
Yet
To be given the touch
to be caressed and cared for
lifting breath's fragrance to arrest a smile
a dream realized
ethereal freedom without capture
known by few
Could it be
Flowers that never open
were never meant to be given?
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