Cactus Flower
My delicate flower.
my beautiful blooming flower.
my bright cactus flower that blossoms in the dead of
Even the harshest winter.
you’re such an aesthetic sight.
the printed memory.
A beauty in the morning,
A wonder at night.
so sweet, pleasuring sight.
The crushed flower
brings tears to my eyes.
Wilted petals, the flower crumples.
yet, my cactus still survives.
Growing, flourishing, loving, preparing to again attempt
to bloom in the feeble
light of my windowsill.
My sweet, precious cactus flower,
You follow the good, the warmth.
You require next to nothing,
Yet you gratefully accept
What it is you are given.
You seek out what
Shall make you flourish.
Your petals attract
the softest of eyes,
Most gentle of touches,
Most open of minds.
You are my flower,
The vivid, beautiful flower.
My cactus flower
In the crisp white light.
In all adversity–
Against all odds–
You flourish in the dead of winter.
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