I thought myself to be a fragrant scarlet rose,
Who had bloomed in the garden of your heart…
You enjoyed gardening,
And seemed to nurture me with love,
Until one day like a weed you plucked and tossed me,
And trampled me under your feet.
Withered and worn I wept for long,
Until finally, I decided to bloom in a garden of my own.
This winning poem was written for the weekly prompt #gardening given by the writing platform The Hive.
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