I always stay in the garden,
And the only I see is a one single yellow flower
Beneath the yellow flower pardon,
I was saddened for my own flower.
I always never leave the flower bed,
Because I was planted there,
And grown such beauty blend
Of colors of my own petal here.
I always lied in the loam soil,
That is soft as a cloud in the sky
When the sun rises I thought I've been boil
When the moon comes out it's cold like I could fly.
I wonder what the stars represent to me?
Is it the clouds or the dark blue sky?
Or maybe the bright shinning moon is me?
I wonder who will tell me who am I before I die.
Oh flower, yellow flower,
I wonder who will you be
I wish I could be a sunflower,
Oh flower, yellow flower you're just like me.
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Nature Of Light
PoetryNature of light, Secret of the night, Hopes are given in might. Hopes are never been found To the dark shadows will be bound, As the sky fell into the ground. Read it if you want But there's nothing less to hunt.
