Like the flower,
you are holding,
thirsting to bloom
in its place,
You plucked me
who then thirsting to bloom
with my dreams.
Note: We all have flowers plucked
from us, but we still have the
ability to grow another one. It's
never a deferred dream.
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What Sprung Out of Our Holes?
PoetryWhat Sprung Out of Our Holes is an anthology of poems centers on the metaphoric meaning of Holes and other unobtrusive things to our eyes, but remain inspirational to our lives. Like holes, as one of those stated, we are sometimes in dark corners, u...
