Plucked Life Form
Each flower has to face a lot of dirt
Before it blooms and before it face the sun
It seeks the warmth of its shine
Only to wither in its due time
It has been like a bean
A seed that cracked in between
No one heard if it aches
Or does it sore when it happened
And a sprout will push its way upward
Just to be seen
...
Before it blooms and before it face the sun
It seeks the warmth of its shine
Only to wither in its due time
It has been like a bean
A seed that cracked in between
No one heard if it aches
Or does it sore when it happened
And a sprout will push its way upward
Just to be seen
...