Floating like a flower in the sea.
Nothing can bother me.
The further I drift, the longer I want to stay.
The wind picks up, and I'm blown away.
Flying higher than I had ever imagined I could have gone before.
I land on the top of a mountain peak and slowly break to pieces, crumbling down the slope.
I drop to the ground and slowly seep down.
I bloom once again and display my beauty to those who can see it.
I'm uprooted and plucked from the earth that held me down.
I'm swung around and placed in the waves where I drift away like the flower sprouting inside of me.
It starts to grow outside of me.
A lily, rose and gardenia.
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My Night-time Poetry
PoésieI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
