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The Last Yellow Flower

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The last yellow flower
So lonely so small
It sits upon a hill
Camouflaged from all
In a sea of green grass
It withers away
The wind is so cruel
It twists and it bends
Right at the stem
Or the neck I suppose
Then it is winter
The cruelest of all
In the cold winter chill
It freezes inside
But this last little flower
Though it has died
Is a strong little fellow
Who never has cried





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Debbie1 said...
May 4, 2011 at 3:55 pm
Great job!! LOve it!!!
 
l.iney said...
May 4, 2011 at 3:20 pm
This is an amazing poem and your personification of the flower is perfect. Keep writing and check out some of my stuff please :)
 
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