A delicate petal.
In rough hands that show years of hardship,
A luscious green stem,
Crumpled under pressure.
Picked for its beauty,
And its colourful life.
The petal itself,
Is helpless.
Falling to the wooden canvas,
A delicate soul.
An ageing man,
Thin and pale,
Hands violate his throat.
Picked for vulnerability,
And weakness of life.
The man himself,
Is helpless.
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