Caressing it's porcelain leaves.
Day turned to night,
Night to day,
How those winds did change.
Bringing a torrid desert-like heat,
to end with torrential rain.
Ever swiftly did the frozen hell come.
Porcelain leaves shattered,
Rose colored peddles gone.
Into a deep depression it fell
until the sun shone brighter than ever,
Illusions for a single day.
but how that flower rose again,
Naively forgotten were the memories of yesterday.
1 comment:
I have wondered for quite some time how it is that people are so resiliant. Why is it that at the slightest glimpse of hope we let our guard down? I have yet to decide whether or not this is a flaw in human nature, or is it simply what makes us human?
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