In the garden,
Amidst the Flowers,
In the swirls of scents and colors,
Lay a single rose,
The rose is alone,
surrounded by blues, yellows, and purples
The most vibrant of all,
yet the most unnoticed.
It blooms in silence,
in the shadow,
in the invisible,
in the light of quiet.
(Sorry for not updating in forever, have been hugely busy with school and stuff, like making a poem to actually enter in a contest.... But I'll keep working on here as much as possible)
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Who Am I?
PoetryWho am I the question everyone asks but has no answer given to us. we all find it in time.
