It’s like a flower in the bright sun. It wakes and shines.
In the darkness of the night it closes off from the world.
Waiting to get that chance to be in perfect light.
But what if the sun doesn’t come out? What is the flower worth?
It stays closed off. No sun for a month.
Slowly but surely it dies because it was closed off from the world to long.
-Casey
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Robbie (March 12, 2010 at 10:44 AM)
point taken.. dont be a person who stays away from the world .. go out and let your self be known or youll just die off in a home.
mike (March 26, 2010 at 8:15 AM)
This is a good poem a i agree with what you say totally.
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