They say that flowers can't grow without a little rain
however, they speak only of flowers that bud and bloom.
What happened to crumpled? who fell beneath the pain?
to the wilted? to the depressed? stuck in the gloom?
When they say rain; is this what they had in mind?
I hope they meant the sun, storm and shine combined.
They say that flowers can't grow without a little rain
Though torrential downpour is what it became.
Oh how sad, a pretty flower in the bed.
Everyone is sorry this flower is lying dead.
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Eunoia #Wattys2016
PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
