To Bloom

April 2, 2012
By Anonymous

I am a solemn flower,
Whose bladed petals are adored,
Stained with vibrant, sharp hues of silver,
Blood-red.
Like my ancestors before me,
I fight to survive,
For honor, tradition.
My prowess is diluted,
Watered-down by words and history.
I bring beauty
With every stroke and sway;
My heart made heavy
With duty and devotion.
Only to causes:
My god,
My children.
And some day,
These fields will be crimson
With my essence, with my beauty;
For my god,
For my children,
For myself.



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on Apr. 5 2012 at 8:28 pm
AegidiusAurelius PLATINUM, Middleburgh, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"We have to let go of being petty and bitter, because they can be going through as much pain as you."

Ack, that "Only to causes:" is a typo, it's supposed to say "Only two causes:"


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