Flowers bloom as humans do,
Slowly but beautifully,
But when flowers get crushed or hurt by others,
They don't bloom,
They wilt....and fall...and shrivel up,
Just as us humans do...
But once in a while,
There comes along a person who wants to care for that flower,
They want to heal it,
And that person takes care of it, they nurture it, they cherish it,
And that flower, after being healed by that person,
Can be able to rise again,
And it will be able to,
Slowly but beautifully,
Bloom again...
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ETERNITY and other poems
Poetrye·ter·ni·ty- /iˈtərnitē/ (n.) infinite or unending time.~ This book is full of an assortment of poems that I've written on my thoughts and feelings about the world, or my personal depression or problems. Love, depression, relationships, loneliness...
