My Poetry
Flower
I watch yet again
as the rain falls gently
on your coloured limb,
as the sun brushes her warmth
across your most majestic beauty.
You rise from the ground
slowly moulding yourself
into a wonderful sight,
a vision that touches the heart,
and as the wind dries your petals
I catch a breath of your fragrance
you truly are one of God's miracles
how infinite is your beauty
once seen, it can never be forgotten
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