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She was wandering through the garden,
The roses were beaming at her,
While she questioned her relevance to the world,
And when the wind kissed her cheeks,
It filled her with an aura of nostalgia,
Realising that she missed what that truly felt like.
The sunflowers gazed at her beauty,
But she stared right back,
Her eyes gleaming with regret,
If only she could just grow and lose all of her thorns,
To move forward from the everlasting guilt,
But instead she finds herself inside a garden,
Out of place and off balance between true beauty.
The lake glistened when her fingers touched,
Almost mistaken for being a pretty little dove,
She felt further away, wishing to be forgotten but also with the wish to stay,
Understanding that life just gets hard sometimes.
When the droplets pattered against her feet,
She soon appreciated the rain pouring inside her garden,
Filling from the inside out,
Because maybe then she will bloom,
Avoiding the possibility of fading,
Withering into an unappealing violet,
She had never been more grateful for the rain.
And so,
She just screamed,
"Let this rain pour."
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The Essence of Poetry.
PoetryA selection of poetry I have wrote over the years. Finally feel ready to present it and what better place than on here for you all. The privilege of being the first to see it's true essence. TAE.
