Oh! That small flower,
Who has the ultimate power.
That is snowdrop,
That blooms hop by hop.
Budding with high hopes and dreams,
Blooming near roads and streams.
Getting stronger with every scream,
When you reach sun's beam.
Winter are your days,
You're god's prophet all says.
Beneath these ice pure sepals there are three,
Which no one ever can see.
You're everyone's friend,
Who always repairs or mend.
A flower god has sent,
You survive no matter winds are wild or
wend.
In other's life you play a major role,
Because you connect a soul to soul.
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A PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD - A POETRY BOOK
PoetryPoetry book made up of self-written poems by 10 year old me. book consists of poems on general topics
