Flowers bloom every season,
Each time with slight changes
I'm a flower of summer,
Each summer paints me in a new hue.
When I was but a bud,
10 summers ago,
The glowing yellow petals of my dad
Reached for me.
He told me that one day,
He'll see me grow into a flower so beautiful,
That all the flowers in the garden will look up to me.
When I was wilting,
5 summers ago,
I thought my days of blooming have passed,
Left my petals to fall and be one with the mud,
And that my yellow days were buried forever.
But I did bloom as beautiful as before,
4 summers ago,
The flower beside me held my petals in its own
It reminded me of the strength and beauty I still possess
And it taught me I've still got a lot of time
To grow and to reach all the dreams dangling above.
And I feel that growth,
This summer, I do
I understand what my father saw in me,
10 summers ago.
I truly feel everything the other flower told me 4 summers ago,
About how I am capable of touching those hard-earned fruits,
The ones the romantics call 'dreams'.
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
