A flower opens its petals
every morning,
a new day begins.
The flower smiles at
the blue sky above,
it has no misgivings.
The garden does not weep
for yesterday's flowers,
it forgets.
It is a mistake to believe
in things bigger
than the grass,
fallen apples
and the wind.
It is Day 22 in NaPoWriMo. After yesterday's struggle with the "New York School" poem, I craved simplicity. Today's April PAD challenge was to write either an optimistic or a pessimistic poem. I am not sure which category these two poems fall into. You decide.
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