This beauteous and rare flower,
Only grows upon this hour.
Her roots spread to the deepest they reach,
In taking the nutrients she greatly seeks.
She nourished herself the way she needs.
She's got a unique physique,
And she's one of a kind.
She's got a strong heart,
And a brilliant mind.
She blossoms so big, bright, and beautifully,
That the naked eye is mercifully blind.
No one can compare to this beautiful flower,
Not even one in this loneliest hour.
-Jocelynn Conway-Layman
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My Composition of Broken
PuisiThis is a collection of my poems. My poems are distinct from one another. However, the two poems I'll be featuring aren't my own work, but they were written about me by a special person, and because I treasure them so much, I wanted to share the exc...
