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Array ( [sid] => 95985 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Wilted flower [time] => 2005-05-27 16:06:23 [hometext] => i wrote this a while ago...i posted it once but know one seemed to notice it [bodytext] => All love is lost
But please, At what cost?
NO longer is the sun in it's place
leaving behind a garden of a shadowed place

The clouds become the mask in which the sun begins to hide
Where it's truth and self is pushed a side
Just like a wilting flower struggling to survive

The wilting flower is are love
With each falling pedal
one part of our heart
Is turned to meadel

A long side that wilted flower
is the beautiful one with all the power
Taking away all it's left pleasure
The memories that could last forever
Replacing it with pain
NO longer can it remain sane

IN a field full of flowers, would you notice it gone?
Would you stop and look? Before moving along?
Would you be subdued, by all the lovley flower
just starting to bloom?
Even if you did see that wilted flower, would you care?
would you pause and take a second to stop in stare?
To think to wonder, if it was fair? Would you stop and take care of this flower?
Would you even think to dare?

Or....

Would you take notice to the beautful flower
Standing up high. It's colorful pedals pionted towards the sky.
Would you notice it was the same as the others?
Kind of like a family full of sisters and brothers.

Ask yourself this question......

Either the beautful flower you dare not touch?
Or the wilted flower that means so much?
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 75 [informant] => echo03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
Wilted flower

Contributed by echo03 on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 04:06:23 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



All love is lost
But please, At what cost?
NO longer is the sun in it's place
leaving behind a garden of a shadowed place

The clouds become the mask in which the sun begins to hide
Where it's truth and self is pushed a side
Just like a wilting flower struggling to survive

The wilting flower is are love
With each falling pedal
one part of our heart
Is turned to meadel

A long side that wilted flower
is the beautiful one with all the power
Taking away all it's left pleasure
The memories that could last forever
Replacing it with pain
NO longer can it remain sane

IN a field full of flowers, would you notice it gone?
Would you stop and look? Before moving along?
Would you be subdued, by all the lovley flower
just starting to bloom?
Even if you did see that wilted flower, would you care?
would you pause and take a second to stop in stare?
To think to wonder, if it was fair? Would you stop and take care of this flower?
Would you even think to dare?

Or....

Would you take notice to the beautful flower
Standing up high. It's colorful pedals pionted towards the sky.
Would you notice it was the same as the others?
Kind of like a family full of sisters and brothers.

Ask yourself this question......

Either the beautful flower you dare not touch?
Or the wilted flower that means so much?




Copyright © echo03 ... [ 2005-05-27 16:06:23]
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Re: Wilted flower (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 04:26:32 PM AEST
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This is a good and touching write...I really enjoyed this. One thing; double check for spelling errors next time, and some bad English in there too...Keep it up though!!
Scorp.


Re: Wilted flower (User Rating: 1 )
by spazz911 on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 07:33:06 PM AEST
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foo the bad english this was a way awesome write... I enjoyed it...it was a beautiful piece of work and it make u feel ne better... i would cherich the wilted

kc




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