Let it bloom— my parched flower,
For all the petals that you've withered
From a tiny bud to a gorgeous bloom,
Perfectly sprouted that no mere mortals would assume!
The pollen that wandered through the air,
The belle that wanted to be spared
Oh, thy pleasantries took me to a utopian realm!
Making me weaker yet pleasing to oneself!
Let it bloom, my flower, let the sunshine gleam you!
Scatter thy hope and growth, foreverly true
Let the butterflies touch your admiring beauty,
Sipping its nectars, slowly and steady!
Let the soil beneath you nurture your charm
Further catastrophe that meant no harm
Let it bloom, my flower, keep it steady!
The wind is coming, yet you are ready!
The wind has commenced, its petals wither to the ground
My pretty flower turns brown which makes me astound
The leaves are still clinging; there's no time to hone
Let it bloom again, my pretty flower; you must cope.
The wind has halted, and everything's a wreck,
And here is my flower that's no near erect
The sun once again appeared, and the heat gleamed on the ground—
Let it bloom again, my flower!
Your beauty must be found!
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
