They planted a seed once,
Watered it in the beginning,
Watched it start to grow.
but then
They planted another
A prettier one,
a flower this time
And somehow,
the old seed was forgotten.
All the water, all the care
was given to the new bloom,
While the old one,
Struggle silently beneath the soil...
Days passed
One day, they remember
"This seed exist too"
But by then,
it was too late for care
Too late for the water..
The seed had learned
To grow on its own
No longer waiting
No longer longing
Stronger
Wiser
And now,
they call it arrogance...
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Author:
antra.coree (Pseudonym) (
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