Of All Things Abandoned

Of All Things Abandoned

I walked the path that went by the woods,
Untrodden, arduous, serpentine.
It offered me healing green, unseen. 

I brought home blooms that grew by the roads,
Withering wallflowers, forsaken. 
They adorn my garden now, motley.

I held them close, the things men left back, 
Abandoned, woebegone, disavowed.
They embraced this kindred soul within.

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