Torn Flower
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till yesterday, in all glory
you stood, a glowing beauty
many would dream to possess
to their last breath
some wrote verses on your color
some sang of your velvet touch
but today as you lie
broken and unwanted
many unmindful feet
tread over you
and not one hand there is
to pick you up.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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