A green leaf . . .
Hard ripped from a bent twig
Yet sent flying
A rose bud . . .
Cruel plucked from a thorn bush
And taken deeper
My soul untouched is safe . . .
But that is not what it was created for
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Thursday, 25 September 2014
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