The horror of a flower is the way it bends with the wind
The horror of a flower is the way people pick the lovely ones
The horror of a flower is how the insects pollinate some
The horror of a flower is it's place above weeds
The horror of a flower is the colors it comes in
The horror of a flower is the way it bends towards the light
The horror of a flower is how we let it shrivel up and die
The horror of us humans is how we let that beauty die
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The Horror of a Flower
PoetryPoems They're not meant to be understood, but they all have a meaning. You have to figure it out.
