like a flower, new and young in a world of trees
whose seeds gave birth in shadow and agony
whose leafs are of a green so dark and sad
whilst its blossoms met never the bees
like a flower, new and young in a world of trees
with roots that never had the time to grow
blooming hard and blooming slow
whilst the skies it never sees
like a flower, new and young in a world of trees
born to slowly die instead
of growing and finding the light it frees
itself from the shadows by joining them in the world of the dead
remember this flower
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
