Poems 01: Plucked

Image by B.Fryer

Image by B.Fryer

You planted your seed and watered

me the most beautiful garden

I couldn’t help but flourish when

you called my mind beautiful

Day by day I watched myself loose 

thorns

Each petal was none the same after 

you touched it

I was happy you had picked me 

Midnight fell upon us as the dew

laid thick

The wind began to howl

And it was there deep inside me 

You had found everything that you were 

looking for.

By B.Fryer

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