the fallen one and the bloomed one.

hi!

I wrote a little poem. 

It’s about two flowers. It can be symbolic for two people. It’s something to think about, maybe even put a little smile on your face. ♥️✨

Please do share and let me know in the comments if you liked it! 



The flower that fell 

Was beautiful

But careless.

Elegant and flamboyant

But with an empty mind,

And a heart of ego.


The flower that bloomed

Was ordinary, but smart.

Had no colour, no fragrance 

But could carry a tune.

Silent it may be, but its mind

Was a colourful,

Imperfectly-perfect piece of art.


Thank you so much for reading! Do check out the other posts if you liked this one! Stay wonderful and safe!


Comments

rainbow said…
soo amazing and the deep meaning ��✨
September 18, 2021 at 8:43 AM
Unknown said…
this is a beautiful piece!!
September 21, 2021 at 7:32 AM
ƦĦƐ$ƌ :) said…
One of the best poems ever written never has it failed to put a smile on my face
January 17, 2022 at 12:23 AM
Ria Riju said…
Thank you so much!❤️
January 28, 2022 at 5:27 AM

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