The whistling wind in the grassland,
The soft silk dancing with it,
All the beautiful flowers get plucked,
While the birds fly high.
A window behind all it sees
Choosing to pluck a flower
Or watch the soaring bird.
This was all in the mirror
The one who stared
Was the beautiful flower.
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Author:
TheVlama (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is a story about girl who thought she had choices. The flowers represent to just be submissive and marry a guy and all while the bird represents freedom. but in the end, it was all in the mirror.
- Category: Reflection
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