My life is so short

I have not been here long

But I’m ready to dock at port

If only my sails weren’t wrong

I bloom once

Once per lifetime

And share my golden sunlight

Before going into my dark times

I give you a show

Hoping you’ll save me

But deep inside I know

You’ll leave my ship be

I’m stuck forever

Knowing I’ll drown

I can only hope

A better future is found...

Listless and yawning, her gentle frame bows down.

Even in this state, she is beautiful. There is something so soft and delicate about her, so much so, I worry that looking at her too long might harden her in some way.

How can something so beautiful be real?

I feel ashamed briefly, at the murmur of self loathing in my ear. I tell her to quiet down, she has no place here.

Just, oh how I wish...

My name is Lily

Purity and beauty

Do I feel that way?

Well I don’t know

Follow the day

But don’t go to far.

Have fun

But don’t ruin the meaning.

Unspoken pressure

Down, and beating....

I am going on a Adventure of waterfall nature

Because I really love to exploring

New living days I really love to discover

This lavender flower because it is nice and

Purple plant I even thought of how pretty and cool things and I even

Thought About how much

Lavender smells into the

Fresh breeze into the sky I

Never felt fantastic

Start pushing lavender

Into the air to me, I like

Smell of ...

Her brave and bold yet kind, generous soul.

She overcomes the biggest obstacles.

Her smile makes her seem loyal.

Her elegance makes the world fall silent.

She may seem taller than the others but she is, to me, the most beautiful one in the entire field.

I may not know everything that she is, but I hope one day I could be as loving and nurturing as her.

She is pure, kind, graceful, and calm

She ...

Emerging from within,

a jagged scar of concrete,

a lone flower,

crooked, leaning,

dusty pink petals,

heavy head, bowing, trembling,

as if unsure

of her place in a vast world.

I notice her because

I, too, am leaning,

heavy head, bowing, trembling,

uncertain of my place.

I pluck her, gently, tenderly,

place her in my hair, dusty pink

against tangled blonde.

Glance around, smiling,

at the immen...

If she can grow

From mounts of snow,

Then I can do it too.

If she can stand

With winds so grand

Then I can hold on too.

Is she can be

Strong and beauty,

Than I can be that too.

If she can bloom

In sun or moon,

Than I can be beautiful too....

Luminous petals, lush

Swirls of lustrous butter, magenta or snow white

Sheltering a bulbous spiky yellow

Center, I liked you before I knew your name

Languid hairy stems, splayed leaves

Beneath your heady blossoms

An inner weed, tenacious, dangerous

To be beautiful and bitter

A floral femme fatale yet your name

Ranunculus, a tongue twister

Setting you apart from commonplace cousins spearwort and ...

Lilly of the valley

Her beauty’s full of youth.

She smells so nice, it will entice

She’s beautiful and cruel.

Lilly of the valley

Her skins as pale as rice.

Her eyes show of an innocent

Her stares as cold as ice.

Lilly of the valley

Oh how I fell for you!

Your bell shaped dress, hair in a mess

You are quite the view.

Lilly of the valley

Your merciless, you are!

You grabbed my neck and stopped...

why are

hyacinths

such tragic flowers?

their beauty is

beyond compare

but they always

die

eventually....