Blade of Grass

Tue, 08/06/2013 - 19:24 -- katlyon

Pick me not a flower
As though that were all I am
A quickly fading pretty thing
Just a trinket in your hand

But take me as a weapon
A blade so sharp and true
So that if kept and tempered kind
I will never fail you.


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