The flower opens to the sun.
The flower,Opening to the sun.
Written by Louise Eikelenboom.
To poor out your heart,
Like a flower.
Still in the but.
Not showing,
Your colors.
Of giving,
Your fragrance.
Is standing,
In the nothing.
I choose,
To bloom.
To let the colors,
Of rainbows out.
To let the fragrance,
That smells so sweet,
Go.
I stand.
For I am,
That what,
I am to be.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-04-10 at 20:15
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