I lie there perched on a lone branch
Lone like me; In the grey month of March
No
Birds chirping
No
gay hearts singing
Blissful summer mornings gone forever
My
alluring red petals will never
Blossom again
My
world is nothing but a bargain
Tall buildings towering over me
But no one bothers to see
A
sad lonely rose
A
world of chaos
A
two legged soul
creeps up to me; cold
air I feel
It
plucks yet another petal peel
I
am thrown into the dry barren ground
I
see concrete all around
and
suddenly i feel afraid
I do
not feel safe.
How can
i?
When the world is at stake
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