Sprouting from a singly sead,
Such a pretty flower's only deed.
Reaching into the skies,
Scratching the clouds.
Such a pretty daisy,
Taken from it's place by a child.
Put in water, to blossom,
Instead, it's wilting, withering, dying out.
Staring at dirty ground, no longer pretty for the small child.
She grabs it, and throws it out.
- Silent
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Sonnets in My Head
RandomThe collection of my poems from Neobook, and such. Enjoy~ 29th - #poemcollection
