i was a little plant
slowly growing
blooming from the time to time
my sun touched me everyday with its golden rays
the sun was burning and shining-
great & glorious
while i was growing so slowly
year by year i was growing, blooming
dying, producing
grow up
bloom my lovely flower- sun whispered
and i grew up in a second
captivatingly bloomed
the flower was deadly
the flower like me is a massive tropical storm
so beautiful so strong
dancing with warm ocean water
spinning around my low air pressure
holding hands of friends of mine-
strong winds
their name was
the flower like me was a hurricane
artful, eye-catching
but so deadly
the sun like him
was so great and shiny
glorious
mystery placed on the heaven's blue
the sun like him does not ask itself: am i good enough? worthwhile?
it burns & it shines
it flames & it scorches
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Poetry: Kammeron
PoesíaThe collection is about a man who saved me from my own grief and all the traumas i was fighting back then. It is all about love, being loved and giving the same amount.
