Thursday, April 7, 2011

A Little Bud

A little bud,
Longs for the day it will be a flower,
The day its petals will spread,
And all say twas its finest hour,
Little does it know,
That beauty comes with a price,
That when it opens up to follow the sun,
The gardener shall pluck it,
And put it on a table,
Slowly to die,
To reminisce on its life,
And wish it had remained,
A little bud.
Words of Michael Onsando at 12:15 PM

11 comments:

  1. MwasiApril 7, 2011 at 12:42 PM

    short and to the point just like a cup of cappuccino.I like.

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  2. IkOng3 MoraaApril 7, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    Love it...

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  3. Michael OnsandoApril 7, 2011 at 2:33 PM

    Thanks .. :-)

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  4. AnonymousApril 7, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    So delicately beautiful!

    I sense symbolism but I can't tell exactly what you are alluding to; so many possibilities...

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  5. Michael OnsandoApril 7, 2011 at 9:58 PM

    endless possibilities.. :-) Thanks for stopping by

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  6. Wanjeri GakuruApril 13, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    Awwww but how sad :(

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  7. Michael OnsandoApril 13, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    how very sad.. :-/

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  8. MoApril 18, 2011 at 2:33 PM

    That's a risk one has to take, stay forever in the shadows or stand out and risk having your head lopped off. Hmmm. I pick the latter.

    iLIKE.

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  9. Michael OnsandoApril 18, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    iLike? like iPod? hmm :-) thanks for reading though... spread the word..

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  10. Joan KabuguJuly 4, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    Short and sweet...the optimist i am see that the bud reincarnates...set out for a new journey!!!

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  11. AnonymousJuly 27, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    I like this. Interesting. :)

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