August 11, 2008
An elegant white flower
Blooms in the night
So no one may see
The glowing petals
Softly lit in gentle moon light
Gracefully swaying in the wind
A dance of its own
A dance to itself
Silent beauty
Only increased by the light of the dark
The frail flower offers itself to the world
An ignorant world
A place in which things are forgotten
Like that of a simple flower
Displaying its lovely self
To grow even when others are ill mannered
But once picked
The small flower dies
Its very essence drained
Even the shimmer has faded
And all it can ever hope to be
The only remaining thing
A place to be remembered

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