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Under the Yellow Flowers
A poem I wrote a few weeks ago.
I don’t write poetry much… but I was feeling poetic.
Please enjoy.
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A blue flower floats by on the never-ending river of flower seeds.
Unnoticed, it continues its journey in silence
Until the seeds begin to sprout.
The blue flower starts to darken
As the sprouts grow into unopened flowers
And then its petals start to disappear
As the yellow flowers bloom.
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A dying flower floats by on the never-ending river of yellow flowers.
Unnoticed, it struggles to continue
As the yellow flowers grow ever bigger
Burying it under their radiating brightness and life.
The dying flower floats on, hidden
It doesn’t exist, not anymore,
For the dying flower is not yellow.
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A dying flower is hidden under the never-ending river of yellow flowers.
Ignored, it’s giving up
Its life is fading away
Under the yellow flowers’ shroud.
Its life shortening every second
The dying flower is noticed less and less
And soon it comes back to the surface.
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A dying flower floats by on the never-ending river of yellow flowers.
Limp, it is forced along by the other flowers
And it is almost to its destination.
Just as the last brown petal floats away from the dying flower
It is removed from the river
And then, finally reaching the journey’s end,
The blue flower dies.
