100 Words: Openings
Like the flower blooming in spring,
I am.
My petals outstretched towards the sun, absorbing warmth,
They are.
Drops of rain wash over, cleansing my soul,
It does.
So purely my eyes release tears,
I weep.
Like the flower, I am so delicate,
Penetrable.
We are colorful, fragile, and free;
Abundant.
Seasons of life, so much endured,
Metamorphosis.
Yet the rain still beats down, washing,
Cleansing.
Time changes so much–years escape,
It continues.
And like the fragile flower, I’m anew,
I grow.
Looking for openings to find warmth,
I search.
Still the sun comes out and together,
We discover.
100 Words
Brainchild of:
Velvet Verbosity
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March 20th, 2008 at 4:21 pm
Your talent never ceases to amaze me. That was awesome.
March 20th, 2008 at 5:07 pm
Mishi, that was beautiful. I had this really awful day. I cried for the first since my last life, and then I came here to read this, already feeling pretty raw, and was met with sweet, gentle beauty. Thank you.
March 20th, 2008 at 5:34 pm
Very sweet. I agree with Maggie… you never cease to amaze me.
March 20th, 2008 at 6:05 pm
You have such beautiful talent. Thank you for sharing.
March 20th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Sweet. Very, very, sweet.