Flowers

Flowers

A Poem by Bookworm1223

When I die I want to become flowers.
I want to grow under the sun and tremble under the rain.
I want to quiver in the wind and shiver in the cold.
I want to spread my leaves wide and make love to the bees.
I want to be beautiful.
If not for myself, then for someone else

© 2017 Bookworm1223


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What a lovely thought and poem too. I liked it.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bookworm1223

2 Years Ago

Thank you, I very much appreciate your review ^.^
Najam Us Saher

2 Years Ago

You're welcome ☺

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Added on March 22, 2017
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