In a meadow stands a flower,
Strong and mighty against the blaze,
All the others - dead and crumpled,
Whilst he lay waiting for the rain.
The first drop a glimpse of hope,
The tide is quickly changing
Falling, tearing hits the ground,
A moment of splendor,
Life is found.
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Snazzy Poems
RandomEnjoy my nerdy, strange and random poems that I create when I have nothing better to do! All my own work
