Life has its phases
Some elevating, some blazing dazes
Nothing remains the same
No change constant
Except the core of a good heart
The exceptional strength of a wanting soul
The fervor of an eternal imagining mind
Does one phase seem the end?
Then look again, for it might just be a new beginning
A bud might look small
But it has the potential to be a flower
A flower might look pretty,
But it has the potential to wither away soon
The purpose of a flower is never to wither away
Its passion is to make many a smile many a day
To make life happen,
Even when death comes blasting through the door.
5 comments:
The poem is nice, with
"Life will find a way",
"This will change", and
"Hobbits kick ass!"
kinda themes.
But perhaps you put the title of another poem on this one eh?
(Or dummies like me need explanation :P)
This poem was a comment on a friends' blog titled Betraying Myself
I just wanted to betray his betrayal:)
wowww..enjoyed reading this..cheers friend..
hey friend..thanks for staying connected dear..
hey friend..thanks for staying connected dear..
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