Upper School Art Gallery
Andra Whipple TBS '10
Out of Many There Comes Only One
Black and White Silver Print
She flaunts not her beauty to the world,
And waves quietly as the wind doth swirl;
She wanders not, but wonders well,
Why the sun shine'th about herself.
A single flower among a crowd,
As she waits to be found;
She reaches her petals toward the sun,
Waiting for a just companion.
A humble queen, a modest child,
She lingers there away in wild;
She wishes not that she could run,
For out of many there comes only one.
Andra Whipple's Portfolio
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