Poem -
The Flower
There is a flower that sits outside my window.
Its delicate stem waltzes in the breeze
And its petals gleam in photogenic bliss.
And I sit here and stare, at the flower out there-
And cry, as life passes me by.
I wish I were as pretty,
that people would crave my beauty so much
As to end my life to get a better view.
I wish the Earth would let me grow so-
Innocently.
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A beautiful poem enough said
thank you very much !
Gina…that flower will fade outwardly and inwardly. However, the beauty that you are right now is obvious for all to see…your inward beauty is eternal and ever flowering, blossoming from you heart and your mind. Life is speaking to you directly as you view that flower…the earth is speaking to you as you view that flower. You are actually looking at your own reflection!
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thank you so much ! that was amazing to read a comment like that thank you so much! initially with the poem i wanted to play upon media representation of beauty and how girls are always trying to be something they cannot even when it may be detrimental to their health. oh, if only there were more people like you out there such an inspiring comment thank you ! x