Yet the human metamorphosis is similar to the one of the flower. Easy to behold with eyes of wonder, not knowing the pain that actually goes on beneath the surface of the specimen. Yet you proclaim with certainty a new identity, so unsure of where to start and where to stop.
With each breath, each evolutionary stage in adolescents, the silence that now echo's in the darkness of my bedroom, the cold space besides me that was long filled with joy is now long gone. How can you proclaim your love when a proclamation only lasts so long as metamorphosis as nothing is bound in an eternal bound only in an eternal doubtless.
Nor do I blame you for the actions that occurred, nor as you can blame the flower that has gone through all the stages of its evolution. Hence, the flower, bell shaped as it may be, cuts off all ties to its beginning not knowing what caused in the first place.
But frighten not as flowers are part of the never-ending cycle of revenge. Once a flower has started to bloom, the petals are only counted and carried by the wind once. Leaving place for other things to occupy the freshly cut grass in a summer day.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoesíaNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
