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The Flower

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-By Linda Lee Lyberg

I am a rock you cannot break
 
Made of soft flesh and stone
 
I am strong and will not forsake
 
My thoughts and desires, my own

 
Some say I’m Kafkaesque so beware
 
You must enter me with no fear
 
Come closer, be brave if you dare
 
Make your intentions quite clear

 
And if I deem you worthwhile
 
I will open as the sweetest flower
 
With feminine sweets I will beguile
 
As we while away the glorious hours.

Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
 
 
 

Surreal

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