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Flowers.

Poetry By: Poetlife
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I love flowers, of all types, perfumes, hues, shapes, evern weeds have flowers.A little ditty to share one of my thoughts on them.


Submitted:Apr 11, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Flowers.

(c)9/4/2013. By Poetlife.

A seed deep in the earth,

My bed,

Watered from above

By

Rain, man.

I push up

To Light, air

Drenched by rain.

Fed by time.

My colour, perfume,

I do not yet know?

Will I be a flower?

If so?

What kind will I be?

Will I be of different

Rainbow hues?

Will my perfume

Intoxicate.

Bees, butterflys,

The human race?

Will I grow

Strong and tall?

Be in a garden

Or

Vase?

Pot?

Celebrate?

Farewell?

Mourn?

Part of a bridal bouquet?

I don't know yet

We will wait and see

You and me.

I touch all life,

Birth to death,

I am with you

Remember me?





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