Focus.

Focus on my season
of blossoming
and not my wither.
For that icy stare,
from leering eyes
unaware,
curling
each petal;
disturbing,
the natural balance
of living in the
here and now.
So, focus on
my finest hour.

– A. Brown

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10 thoughts

  1. Very nice. ☺ I love the part about curling petals even though it’s a reaction to unwanted stimuli. I just love metaphors. Especially pretty ones. Thanks for sharing .

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