Thanks to Tricia for her Monday Poetry Stretch (Write a poem inspired by this image)
The mountain bears it.
The rocks guard it.
The earth holds it.
The flower knows nothing of it.
Its task is to raise
its head one inch,
one inch higher
than the dirt.
I saw a flower
in Tibet.
It saw me.
I'm sure of it.
Poetry Friday is hosted by The Book Mine Set.
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Friday, January 11, 2008
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