sweet strange flower

i see you, my sweet strange flower,
clinging by the side of a busy highway
you are as gray as the storm clouds say
the ones who have always threatened you
before their dark rain showers arrive
car lights burning and tires splashing
the soiled remains of where they’ve been;
misplaced flower, i swear i saw you once
i dreamed you in an even sadder dream
still standing there waiting patiently
praying for me to paint your true color,
as blood flowing from your wild thorns

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