With every ray of sun
The flower slowly bloomed
The petals stretched far and wide
The stem grew long with pride
It fought with the cruel winds
It fought with the harsh winter
But its strength became bitter
The flower slowly withered
How beautiful the flower was
The way the pink radiated in the sun
The way the rain droplets fell from its bud
A truly magnificent flower indeed
But now its beauty bleed
Falling from all spores
No longer resplendent but something more
Crushed by an illusory force
The flower no longer remorse
For the flower will bloom again
You just have to wait till the end
-pj
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Author:
pj (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: is it worth waiting till the end?
- Category: Love
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