Innocent Life, by a.m.b.e.r Subscribe to rss feed for a.m.b.e.r

wilting and withering
 hanging onto
life,is the desprate little
 flower, who's been 
cut off by the "knife".
 dying faster and
faster, cut off from all 
 roots, is the 
sweet little flower lying
 under people's boots.
and as the soon, lifeless
 flower keeps slipping 
away, it knows it wont see
 the next lively day...
Posted: 2009-10-16 16:16:46 UTC

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