Red Flower

A metaphor poem. Just something I wrote on the way home from school about 1 1/2 ago.





Red Flower burning bright
As hot as the desert sun is burning
Men melt under your intense gaze
You thrive in the scorching heat
The cactus' flowers has nothing on your splendor
You are the life of the sandy plain
Red Flower, lighting up the desolate night
Gleaming ruby over the horizon
Grew in the paradise of the sun
Transplanted to the freezing mountains
There's little rain to refresh your petals
Yet majestically you still blossom
Red Flower, someway standing tall among the weeds
The jealous thorns prickled and pouted in envy
The average dandelion turns to plain white in despise
To equal your radiant magnificence





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