The soft pink of the petals,
As they drift from the tree,
Tickle my nose,
My face,
And tangle in my heart.
If only I could hold them there forever,
A tangled,
Knotted,
Mess inside of me.
Then I could laugh
And sing
And dance,
With all the joy these flowers feel
As they glide to the ground.
Wouldn't it be amazing,
To be a cherry tree?
To bloom such beauty,
And see other's lives come and go
Right before your eyes-
To always have the sky,
Stretch
Stretch
Stretch
Above your arms-
To always have the ground,
Stretch
Stretch
Stretch
Beneath your feet-
To always grow,
And keep in sync with time-
To produce beauty
And substance for life?
Who knew that such a simple flower,
Could bring so much importance?
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Flowers For Me
PoetryCollection of Poetry, always with a flower ~All original Work, do not take #831 in poetry as of 8/25/17 #826 in poetry as of 8/27/17 #810 in poetry as of 8/28/17
