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His Favorite Flower

Lining the forest unevenly, forget-me-nots grow. Blue petals finger-paint hidden, overgrown paths. Shy faces smile at the end of straggly, green stems, Capturing the sorrow of the broken-hearted ones… His favourite flower instills disquieting memories. Their weed-like appearance misleads his aged eyes – A wild, untamed resemblance of many lost decades. He journeys through the […]

Flower To Blossom

i wait for that flower to blossom i wait, under the scorching heat or the thundering clouds during the snowfall it rained and i still waited waited for that flower to blossom for it is her promise.. i don’t care if i get shed away i ll wait eagerly for that flower to blossom for […]

The First Jasmines

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight; Autumn sunsets have come to me […]

Flower In The Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower -but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. by Alfred Tennyson

The Reaper And The Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. “Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he; “Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give […]

A little Flower

A flower grew out of the ground A tiny flower from the dirt A tiny living soul from underground A baby crawling from the dirt A little innocence of wild color A tiny spark of hope A tiny pleasure free of charge A flower that i called my own A little baby ran towards it […]

The Flower

Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro’ my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o’er the wall […]

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