Rusted FlowersFrom her heart’stear-salted soil,rusted flowers grew.A serrated beauty;wounding all those who bent near.

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

Exquisite beautyis often hiddenin life's fragile,fleeting moments.

Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos; a flower growing in ruins of love's wreckage.