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And I wonder why I've been like a flower
A blooming one, as what they've referred
Blight, full of light, yours at last
All because you stopped and asked
Rest heart, rest
Let them be mad and curious
For whatever lies at end of the meadow;
Is all that we know, all that we own
And you wonder why I've been shy
Going by with you like a dragonfly
Quiet — in your calmness I rested
All because you paused and waited
Come dear, come
Let us be free like dandelion puffs
For all the haste amidst rough winds
Has made me yours, truly yours
And I've long been wondering, dear
How dare I make you wait til bounty rain
Look at the garden of prose I've made
All because you vowed and stayed
And I wonder why I've been like a flower
A blooming one, as what they've referred
Blight, full of light, yours at last
All because you stopped and asked
And you wonder why the drops are dew
For the hurdles it's been, the thicker it is
And whatever lies at the end of this meadow
Has made me yours, truly yours
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
