Lady slipper

by amika   Aug 10, 2008


She rises in beauty from her warm earthen bed of straw.
She opens her soft throat to the rising sun.
Her color changes in the bright white light.
She stands tall and waits for the gentle rain,
To cool, nourish and bring about her passion,
Her death.

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