A lofty demise <br />for such a delicate flower. <br />A little martyr <br />that made it past the frigid night <br />to be crushed in her hands <br />an dropped to the stairs <br />in final mortal agony. <br />but blessed is that flower <br />for as it died <br />it died glorified <br />and not as a weed <br />-withering.<br /><br />Lesley Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martyr-4/
