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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