A late bloomer among
Those who blossomed
In season
The flower bees never pollinated
Desired only to grow beautifully
Left out of gifted bouquets
Thorns
Burst drops of rain
Never making it down to the roots
Petals with penetrable grip
Withered edges
Silent sighs
Silent cries
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INSPIRE NATIONS
PoetryPoetry derived from many different forms of inspiration. Enjoy.
