Sanguine

by Alessandra Fraire

The hysteric winds and endless rains 

Crashed upon the enduring buds 

The floods became like toxic flames 

Which removed the remaining bugs  

Yet the flower stood as it shan’t go down 

Terrible and cruel the rain crashed down  

Aloof and persistent you could hear how loud  

Yet the flower itself failed to be uncrowned 

But when the rain calmed down, clear and serene  

The flower blossomed red with beauty  

Yet to be frail it held up with esteem 

The flower did live even in the cruelty. 

No matter the state the flower was in 

It never died down and stood with a grin