Stand Alone

July 8 2013 020

High on a hill

A flower stands alone

Nurtured only

By the wind

The rain

And the sun.

Alone she grows

Strong and tall

Drooping only

When twilight threatens

And night encroaches.

The dark hours begin

And time stands still.

Who believes in the lonely flower

As she waits there still?


Ever patient

Soon, one day



And an end

To the lonely night.


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