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A Flower Among Weeds

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

I find a flower among weeds

Going no further than I should

The fear of hurting it exceeds

The carelessness of childhood

Having sacrificed the desire

To pluck a blossom for its scent

So delicate amid the briar

Its sweet perfume to early spent.

How can I call this flower mine?

Alone I see its loveliness

Tucked in beside a dandelion

Reflecting my own loneliness.

 
 
 

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