Nipped In The Bud

All alone it lay in the dumpster,
Tossed there by careless ahnds without a thought.
The life spark was gone, and the beauty dried up.
Unseasonable flowers wither and die without love.
No one noticed the dew drop on the rose as it lay,
Where it had been thrown so needlessly, that day.
For the sun soon stole, the teardrop from heaven,
And the angels carried the broken heart away.

by Betty B. Holmes

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