Wet, Beautiful, Little baby blue.
This little flower is tiny and new.
With her pointed soft petals,
her curly green leaves.
This little flower is ready for bees.
With pollen, sun, and rain.
This little flower waits and waits.
The next few months Cold and Dry,
This little flower begins to die.
With a sad broken heart,
This little flowers gone,
To be brought back next year
All Mighty and Strong!
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Author:
Kris❤️ (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2018 11:12
- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this in math class after some stuff happened this s very personal but i wanted to share it with you, i hoped you all liked it!
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I like this … makes me think of a flower feeling depressed to then feel strong and beautiful again , finding herself again maybe
A nice writing ))
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