Despite the years,
her behavior struggled,
to display tranquility.
Her mind took,
every chance it could,
to provoke, frustrate
and infuriate.
“How do you put up
With such irrationality?”
“She is outrageous!”
“Stay away from her, it’s
best for you”
“If words do not subdue,
use force”.
I was told
by many.
When I sat next to her,
I wondered.
How it was possible,
to stay away,
from a beautiful noon.
Or use force on
a fragile dandelion.
They had failed,
To notice one
simple fact
that the only friend,
that this withered
flower had, was the
pain caused by,
loneliness,
grief and
hatred.
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