They see a scion on a hill
They say the seed it
Never will
Bloom nor flourish foremost
It's all about the vines and glares
Running side to side along with vales
But not the seed astonished blares
Nor enigmatic sill
Dominantly dull and standing still
Or running miles instead?
Reminiscing the scene of light
But who's winning they said?
Not everyone got mimes
The cloud does say I have to rain
I have been present , not in vain
Although I see a vine on top
Ill rain upon the seed
Lost hope
Lunar interims all array
Seeds are flowers
Praise regains
With hues in depth
Bypassing veins
With all the beauty kerf
Who expected a seed to swerve ?
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A Series of Short Poems -3 Lilli Rose
PoetryA series where each element of nature represents a role and follows a trail of change.
