When the petals open, and roses bloom
And they sing soft secrets to you,
Speaking quietly, soundless words,
Freedom is what all lost souls lean towards,
Petals bloom in unison, as one,
Time is something no one can outrun,
As it blossoms from a seed to a flower,
Elegance is it's greatest superpower,
Though time passes and they get older,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
❤️Skating❤️
❤️Singing❤️
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Comments (4)
Deep heartfelt words.
This worked so well both ways! You nailed this!
Very beautiful poem!
so right and so beautifully said. Love it.