She is the smallest flower
Trembling in the breeze
Drenched in dew and dying light
Wearing a dress of leaves
I want to give her shelter
Caress her tiny petals
I want to cup her in my hands
Surround, protect her gently
Sometimes I hear her crying
My flower's sweet, young voice
She may be small, but she is strong
One day she will emerge.
Author notes
Last poem scribbled in my notebook for today. Written with Loveless in mind, a page from the newly released book eight. Hope you like!
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I really like this, sis! This is beautiful. It kind of feels like this a mother talking about her daughter. I don't know how you meant it, and I'm sure it can mean many different things, but that's how I interpreted it. It's beautiful. As I said, I really like this. Keep writing. Love ya, sis!
♥Chelsa
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