You're the wildflower that rises in the valley
The spectacle of every passerby's camera
Grande in beauty
The dale's your reign
Where they pass to spot you behind a lens
But do they see your story?
Buried, shriveled, and small
From depths of darkness, you rose
Into a gem that never feared the night
You're the sight of beauty that blooms at midnight
A delicate wonder that withstands a blizzard
You, winter flower, are more than a photo
They don't know
All there is to know
When you stay long enough
With no obtrusions
❀©KJ2021❀
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After The Rain
PoetryA collection of poems for after the the passing of thunderstorms. ❁Its the pouring rain that reminds us 'We are alive'.❁
