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Before You Became Flowers MAG

January 5, 2022
By laurajo01 BRONZE, Macon, Illinois
laurajo01 BRONZE, Macon, Illinois
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Before you became flowers, you were a rough storm, a dark night, a lonely shell.
You were a sad book with no end.
You were an ocean that never calmed, tide never fell, waves never slowed.
You were a swing that swung lonely.
Your heart shone bright, a midnight moon.

And when you were grass, you let everyone play around on you.
You were a scary fall, but a not so scary landing.
You were a neon sign someone
was looking for.

A reminder that you are more than what society portrays you as.
A smile across someone's face.
A glass of thick honey, warm and sweet.
A shot of whiskey, burning going down.

And after the rain stops pounding down, like heavy punches from above, you grew, big and beautiful, like a new life,
a beautiful flower. 

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on Apr. 4 at 3:18 pm
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Favorite Quote:
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. —Rachel Carson

This is amazing!

on Jan. 19 at 6:06 am
Rana-Hatem PLATINUM, Cairo, Other
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Favorite Quote:
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Your writing is fabulous!