Dearest bud, wake up, rise up, through chaos
You are still breathing, beginnings ahead
You are free to bloom as vivid as gloss
Knowledge will unveil eminence that led
Where you are is meant to be, not misled
The past may feel convictable, near caged
The present may feel stuck into great dread
The future may feel like an interchange
You fought and made it same way as a sage
You will get through battle and stiffen hues
No problem to let go and embrace change
Make the world a better place for no blues
Start with your own blossom, be kind, inspire
The beauty will slowly be burning fire
Warning: (Ins)pire and fire (as in rhyme E for poetry geeks) in this sonnet are considered one syllable only.
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November Moondrops Poetry
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