The Misfit Flower

I look upon the flower
With its bended head
And its misfit color
Among the others

Its droopy petals
Fall to the ground
Like bleeding teardrops
While the other flowers'
Petals are bright and connected

My imagination shapes the isolated
flower
To a form of reflection

A reflection of myself
With sadness and loneliness
At the bleeding heart

This was my reflection
And true it was

The reflection of the misfit flower





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