Bloom my dear flower,
Let not the world stop you from spreading your roots;
Stealthily, almost guiltily, stroking the soil as they pass.
A mere seed, at the beginning, yes, looked down upon by the trees
Though none will know of your aroma until late
And their shades of green will turn dark with envy!
My lovely posy! Open those heads to the sunlight up ahead,
A merciful fire that caresses your leaves.
The leaves that open with desperation and are met with kindness
For you are something special. Open those eyes!
Look around at the jealous weeds about you.
Your colours have not yet emerged and here they are, enraged at their own foulness.
Finally, the climax, the buds have blossomed!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and you behold all the beauty.
Stand tall and proud amongst the shrubs
And greatness you shall seize; your roots creeping up on it
As they tangle around and you become the prize of the garden.
Your perfect petals glow, an array of colours,
Silky to the touch yet still holding a sharpness that thorns cannot.
This makes you special, my bloom, for there's a knowledge about you
You spread to the others who become entranced by the pollen you let away. And I, having sneezed in this dander, have become victim to your voice.
Your song carried away by the wind who spreads your message
And soon, the whole world is at your roots,
Dreaming to grow just like you.
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PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
