The seed of a flower, drenched in a shower,
Given time could grow to tower.
Gently against the wind, its delicate petals caress,
Then a cease and its bright folds come to a rest.
With every drop of water, a little more it grows
Every drop of water, a little less it shows.
The moon of silver appears, leaves this flower in the bitter cold,
And despite the dark tides of war, its delicate petals unfold.
Seasons pass,
Nothing lasts,
And the rest of the flowers of the meadow, deep blue, disappear
But these petals of white, fluttering against a whirl of blue hardly seen,
Nobody sees, so they do as they please,
Oh so shy, do they touch the sky,
Shuttering, fluttering, down to the ground,
without a hint of a sound.
Shattered but scattered,
.... peace.
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Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)
Poetry"ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ ωαкє υρ ƒяσм α ∂яєαм. ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ ωαкє υρ ιη α ∂яєαм. αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ, єνєяу ση¢є ιη α ωнιℓє, уσυ ωαкє υρ ιη ѕσмєσηє єℓѕє'ѕ ∂яєαм. " ― яι¢нєℓℓє мєα∂, ѕυ¢¢υвυѕ вℓυєѕ
