Jerine thomas Poems

CRAZYMAY BE!
FAR FROM SIMPLE, NOTHING BUT SPECIAL
MY SOUL IN DIVISION OF ITSELF
CLIMBING AND FALLING, NOT KNOWING WHERE
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She set out without intention
Knowing no way! !
She roamed as winds blew; different paths along the way,
No resting place along the road;
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Inside a pot lies the seed
Filled with soil and manure depending on the light, rain and other nature's things
she sees her petals slowly bloom
Her beautyarise, delicate but weak
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