its petals hold a single drop of water
pure
clean
untouched
as decorative as could be
a single rose that
grows with nectar not a
hummingbird drinks
a stem
that no one ever snaps to pick
blushed petals
soft and tender
that not a soul has touched
they grow as pleasure for the eyes
to be experienced at a distance
is ornamentation
true appreciation?
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metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
