From a weed sprouts a flower
A flower the grows a bright yellow
And when it meats its time to come
It becomes fluffy, and mellow
A kid might pick it up
And blow away the seeds
Making a new wish
Of kind deeds
the seeds float and glide in the air
Then they fall back to the earth, where they prepare
To become weeds again
And start over the cycle
But this time with new wishes
And new people
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Hivey's poem collection
कविताSome poems I'm creating or sharing. I'll end it when I have 75 parts or I get bored:)
