That should fall a flowers petal,
amidst my torrent of strife,
from such rose or prickly nettle
land within my stricken life.
How unworthy, I might ask,
of your nestled passion
that my heart accept such task
while its color is but ashen…
For the shred of it is newly had
leaving my soul adrift.
My thoughts beware of all things bad
and feelings left to sift.
I shall pluck that petal from stream,
brush it velvet soft……
place it as my hearts new seam
scars and all aloft….
And there it shall keep
my hours as moments
and tears forever…
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© 2013 John Allen Richter
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