(A/N: This is a little bit of free-verse poetry for you:)
In a tiny little garden
Far in the east
A pretty little flower
Leaps
From a tiny little seed
It grows
Its leaves are green like the summer trees
Its stem as strong as a winter breeze
As it opens to reveal its secret petals
The wind billows at the splash of gold
Strengthening
The sun ascends from eastland blue
Shining in golden ringlets
Giving praise and power
To the little yellow flower
It gives
With knowledge of sight and wonder
At the grace of such a sigh
The rain rejoices from the sky
It gives life
To the tiny flower
Just blooming
Grows unfailing
To become its magnificent self
As it was
In the dreams of the stars above
And the ancestors of vigilance
Look from the moon
Give comfort and peace to its life
When life is gone
All too soon.
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Shards and Feathers
RandomThis is a collection of short stories. Other words for what may be contained in this collection: fragments, segments, excerpts, bits, pieces, shorts, extracts, and shreds. (Redundancy is fun.) This is the place where puzzles and snippets are kept an...
