Non-Erotic PoetryThe flowerA frightened flower, caught within a raging storm, bent down it's head, it drooped in anguish and I thought surely the morn would find it dead.
But with the sun, it raised it's petaled face, it's heart half torn with pain, and do you know it's fragrance was so much sweeter for the rain.
Machu
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