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| Camellia |
Oh camellia, let me feel ya,
deep in my heart,
pink and soft, so fragile
a harsh touch
will bruise ya
Oh camellia, let me feel ya,
fluid in my hand
plucked from the branch
a withering cause
forces me to lose ya
Oh camellia, let me feel ya,
awash over noise.To what end have you bloomed?
For cranks & pundits to
abuse ya?
O camellia, let me feel ya,
sing through my mind,
notes of beauty, notes of warning,
notes of pity
to overuse ya.
O camellia, let me feel ya.
©2013 Judy H. Eurey
