Shakespeare [ Poetry ]

2| Blossom

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Blossom

A poem about colourful flowers and how they make us feel....

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We bloom like flowers, the way the sun sets it's like a dream,  but no its real and I could touch it. Like a snowflake floating down the road like a car zooming by I see orange and red and yellow, I see thorns pricking my finger, I sleep in wonderland like a leef floating in the sky and like the sun as it goes down hiding behind the ocean. The stars pick out and show their faces as they glow with warmth and colour like a book with words that start writing themselves with ink and imagination I see space and time in a different way like I wear a pair of glasses that no one else has,

and it's magical. I see the ant that walks on by working hard and carrying the Wight of the world on its shoulders, this is a story about a flower starting it's journey in time, it's given to someone they water it as it rains down on its petals it opens and shows its beauty to you, like a wave it sweeps the sea shells to the shore, it's like a petal turning colourful.

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[ authors note ]

This Is a poem about how flowers made me feel, I wrote it along time ago but it's still apart of me and my imagination of many stories and you get to read it.