bloom
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I had sewed their mouth shut
with needles of fame
and yarns of destiny
Heaven chose me for glory eternally
You know, I thought if I just kept writing about my pain
That the pain would get better
That I would get better
That maybe by sharing my hurt
I wouldn’t hurt anymore
But the truth is that
Surprises often come in many hues
Blue, black, yellow, green and white too
Today morning I got a surprise in red
A flower for which I waited since long
Finally decided to bloom after nine years
It’s lonely to be the first bloom
You wake from a long sleep
Excited to see the new world
Winter snow melting away
Revealing the long-hidden green
Only to find yourself all alone
I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
Pansy
Had bloomed,
I prayed for flowers and was sent rain.
I cried while it thundered, but the irises that bloomed were breathtaking.
The waiting was the hardest part.
The first sign of spring is like this should be
new year’s, not the era of the dead, icebox hand
of winter clutching Mother Nature,
like the fingers of the pastel, cotton-candy dawn
A single seed, unknowingly holding burden
She doesn't know anything
The hate she must determine
She's locked up in a world of imposters
a world full of monsters
This seed which was planted
I hide my body,
And decorated my soul,
I don't put doormats or door signs,
That says "welcome" anymore,
I got rid of all the dodders,
And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
Pitter patter
drip drop
Rain unending
Rain never stops
And just when, just when
the gutter overflows,
and grass rapidly grows
Just when
dark clouds loom
She is a wildflower.
Not picked for her beauty,
but for her wild heart.
A child of mother nature
she grows in the darkest of places.
Through the cracks of brokenness
she blooms with grace.
A bloom for you
by Vir Singh
The spring is at its climax
Birds are singing with the music of winds
Celebrating the spring season.
To a Lavender named Lucy
Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious
Lavender
I have no creativity as thee
To write in papers of colour
Jazsmin
jaz - man noun f
1. A blossoming flower that will always keep growing
She silently developes within the faith of her blooms
When our species is summoned
Brought from the unknown
Where in is one's spirit shown?
It is hidden deeply within
only obviously felt when
you feel it radiating remembering where
All of us are like flowers,
we start out real slow.
From a really small seed,
we learn things as we grow.
To be better than someone else
is our focus rather than the flow.
Everyone has their moment,
you know its spring when,a chalky finger points the wayon the face of broken pavement too,a tulip gardens bed and,a splash of color grows.
