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unsaid
wild was the flower
hidden from the world
was not very pleasing neither was appeasing
it bloomed with pride, held its head high
between those bushes, under the tree.
the wind tried to sway, the ants tried to steal
but it neither bend down nor did it give up
but one fine day came, where the wild free flower
was plucked by a boy passing by with bundles and timbers
just to be tossed away, to be trampled and brusied
by every passerby of the woods
it withered, dried and fell out with no traces or colours.
why was it hidden by the leaves, why was it given shade, why did the soil nurtue it, why was it nibbed on its bud.

why were you so cruel, did it not deserve love.
why were you so ruthless, did she not deserve you.

© Rhea