Such elegance in such a tiny blossom
A little scarlet flower no bigger than a fingertip
Her four velvet petals curling under with such grace
Imperfect yet perfect,
Insignificant
but at the same time
Special.
O, how the beauty of such a tiny thing
Can be so quickly overlooked,
passed over
Until not a single person stops to look
At the simple wonders that surround them.
Not the trees,
Not the sky,
Nor the wind
or the clouds
or the grass
or themselves.
Not a single person stops;
Not to see anything-
The world spins too fast, too fast.
Pity that a blossom so beautiful,
So simple,
So perfect
Is never really seen.
Pity that with all her elegance and grace,
This little scarlet flower
Of all the people in the world,
Will be appreciated by only one.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
De TodoI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
