A delicate flower breaks its own bud
on the grounds of the illusive Eden.
May it seem as bright as the day;
the night's shadow reveals the masked evil.
The blossom imbibes the juices of surroundings
as hasn't it chosen where it shall bloom.
Truth dissolves, all seems menacing;
"Deviation will hasten untimely thy tomb."
Struggle remains, the entity is risked,
flower to burst or flower to succumb?
To be or not to be irrelevant's by now
seeing that both restrain its oneness whole to become.
Yet there are wings folded deep inside,
unaware is the flower, unaware of its power untried.
And if the time comes when it'll have the chance to fly away, will it?
Or will it stay?
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PuisiHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
