i guess we could all compare
the lady to her most revered
thing in the world, a flower.
she blooms at a distinct
time of the year
that she would desire.
her whole state mocks the rose;
the distinctiveness of the thorns
are seen and there are
flaws that are clear,
yet she holds no fear.
maybe it is also one of
the reason why she stands out.
the misconception of everyone,
that no one understands
about this side of her,
makes them forget that
despite of its thorny, sassy
figure, this lovely thing is fragile.
not to mention, brittle
especially when not taken care of
and eventually withers.
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Clouds & Oceans
PoetryAll about poetry. Clouds of unsaid words and ocean of thoughts. This is a transformation of a lady told in poetry.
