Wrote this at work, kinda felt like it... uh, sorry about any spelling mistakes... any help would be, well... helpful. >.> also, i read into this shortly after reading it, it can be taken multiple ways.XD
"Flowers"
once upon an open feild,
rising from The cold earth,
Flowers of dispair,
Rising valiantly,
in A desolate plain,
wheren thrives decedence,
upholding a certian justice,
a certain Stubborness,
Against a barren landscape,
that allows no Difference.
This Myriad Of Flowers,
Standing Vigilantly,
littering the ground,
With raw beauty.
subetly hinting,
at a Time when this land,
still recongnized its former glory.
their sielent cries,
almost Painting,
Their Defiant Nature.
And yet,
These Flowers too,
also Die,
and With them,
so does The Beauty,
they once Held Inside,
their anguished outcries,
could make even the hardest stone,
weep in pity,
until the beauty rises,
once again.
Also, there is another line in each, only the capitalized words.
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