The flower dances in the wind,
As does she.
She smiles and laughs,
Twisting and turning happily.
Her joy is carried on the wind,
Unto a distant shore..
Her song floats along with the clouds,
Until it is no more.
Like a flower she grows,
With every season she matures.
Her songs mixed with sorrow and pain,
For without pain in experience, there is no gain.
She flourishes and moves gracefully,
Overcoming the hardships of life's merciless sea.
But as every flower has an end,
So does she.
How do I know this,
Because she, is me.
By Shamiah James Blugh
The Way the Flower Sways
Created on Friday, April 23rd, 2021
Published on Wednesday, April 28th, 2021
Today is also my birthday. I want to thank everyone who has read, voted and commented on my poems so far. You mean a lot to me! <3
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