My flower grows, my flower grows.
Up and up, it rose and rose.
To the sun and through the trees.
Past the grass and past the seas.
Up and up, it grew so high.
Finally my flower reached the sky.
Author's Note:
The inspiration for this poem is quite simple. I saw a flower, and wrote about it. The interpretation is up to the reader.
-I. Quill
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PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
