The wind rushes through,
The sun comes out,
The rain sprinkles down,
Filling it with life,
It spreads its petals,
Showing it's life to others around,
The sun fades,
The rain stops for days,
The wind gets heavier,
Thrashes the delicacy around,
Some petals get ripped off,
It slowly fades,
The night takes over,
It withers down,
Death takes it's toll,
The life drained out of it,
It showed its life to others,
So they may be like itself,
Full of life and beauty.
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Poetry(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the deta...
