The bud blooms like a child
entering the world
so soft and fragile as if one touch
could fade it's beauty
The bud blooms like a sunrise
fading night
into day
darkness
into light
The bud blooms with innocence
yet becomes
a raging dragon
that flies free with fiery embers
that strike beauty
with wonder into your heart
The bud blooms alone and free
it is there for the beginning of life
and in the end with death eternally
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Flames of a Flower
PoetryThis is a poem about the creation and light of a small flower that's soul is pure with the flames of life and fire.
