The g a p s allowed for serrated streaks of light
To enter through her barred window.
She opened her eyes to the blinding yellow haze
That illuminated her brown eyes to something so warm...so alive.
She then discovered
A bouquet of red velvet flowers at her bedside table.
She painfully sat up and brushed her hand over the petals.
“Flowers are one of the finest jewels on Earth” she thought
And wondered why men underappreciated
Simple beauty like this.
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Domesticated Angel
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