A Delicate Flower
A Delicate Flower

I am a delicate flower,
If you coose to pick me,
You choose the hard way.
You choose to step softly,
around and between words and deeds,
You choose to be in fear,
You choose to take my life
into your hands,
It has a delicate balance,
Like hot and cold,
extremely different from 
moment to moment in its intensity.

I am a delicate flower,
short lived,
but beautiful,
for the moment.
You choose to live or die with me,
depending on your care,
your sensitivity.

I shall suffer with your loss...

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