Mutilated Flowers

Garden crumbled
With colored flowers
Torn to shreds

Crushed petals
Spread with oozing fluids
Like blood from tender bodies
Of innocent girls
Spilled all over the place

The Daffodils, the Jasmine, the Asters….
All fell to the predators!
Wordsworth, Coleridge or Keats
Left the place, long ago, in tears!

They did not spare even the pollen
Writhing under their feet swollen
Piercing the hardened ground
Emanating crackling sound

Little did they realize
The seeds, once again, would rise
Plants would grow with buds
Garden brimming with flowers

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