Posted March 20, 201015 yr Petals of white, A center of gold, A symbol so bright, Yet so very old, We march ahead, This flower in mind, Our feet have bled, But we only cried, That trail of dirt, That trial too hours, Today we are still hurt, Now that trail has flowers.
March 20, 201015 yr Author Yes well it sparked my interests at the moment so it became my muse for the poem.
Petals of white,
A center of gold,
A symbol so bright,
Yet so very old,
We march ahead,
This flower in mind,
Our feet have bled,
But we only cried,
That trail of dirt,
That trial too hours,
Today we are still hurt,
Now that trail has flowers.