Shinning yellow leaves
Surrounding a brown middle
Starting as a small flower
Growing bigger and higher
Reaching for the sun
It's named after
Called as it like is mother
Gives warmth in peoples heart
Feel them with love and live
When the sun isn't enough
It gets drained
But that's okay
Soon others will appear
As it makes sure to slip seeds
So we still will have it's glory
Long after it has left our world
Left our world to come home
To it's mother the sun.
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Heartstrings (poems)
PoetryThere is always a person out there who will make you heart change its rhythm at any given moment. There are also those people who will needle themselves into your heart so tight that they will never be unattached to it, no matter how far they are. T...
