Chapter 26 of 34

Flower

To My LoneWolf I Offer My Poetry63 words~1 min read

You are a wild flower I could not define.

A mixture of all the characteristics there is.

A dandelion or a daisy?

A pink rose you could be.

Or the red, the black, the white, or the blue one.

Like a beautiful sunflower, you bloom like one.

You are a wild flower new to all eyes.

No exact word could define you.

-Jef

Contents
Contents

Comments(0)

Join the discussion — sign in to leave a comment

Sign In to Comment

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!