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Thousand lily pads drift
Upon the lake's surface.
Like Xiao Lanterns
That were all set adrift.

The flowers of the plants
Decorate the water,
They swim in the dim light
That which each lantern grants.

A Lily catches my eye:
Its buds yet to blossom,
No light shines upon it,
Its movement's a bit shy.

Yet it's the prettiest of all,
It will bloom beautiful blossoms,
Its light will drown out even stars,
I shall support it, lest it fall.
Aaron Mar 10
I wish you could become me,
Once for a while or just a few,
To make sure that you can see
What I can see in you.
Neither fighting for love nor spreading peace
I'm just a reckless flower can you blossom me please.
At my lowest your voice whispers around
Like a floating breeze, yet deeply profound,
Though my signs are not that strong but also not weak
You can call me by my name or simply just a freak.
This is for ,you know
Ah, My love Shes the most Exotic flower
At the High end Evening ball,
And In any designer artisan
shimmering dress
Shes exquisitely
Short yet gracefully tall
And shes the most exquisite flower
At the Midnights lakeshore
Shes just that naturally amazing
And charmingly great
Shes even sweet in tweed
And helps a friend in need

The Sweetest lady
My oh my
The Sweetest lady
Her Beauty tenderly bakes,
And its croissants and bouquets
Come one Come All

Aw, The way she waves to crowds
Is enchanting as the kisses of the rain
Its like shes sweeping their clouds
And blues away

The Sweetest lady
My oh my
She can drive one loves crazy
The Sweetest lady
My oh my
You dont know to say to her
Hey darling or hey honey
Its quite good that shes pretty
As the evening stars
As much as Shes quite funny
She has one writing ditties
By Loves candles and moonlight

And Darling, Exotic honey
Its Vineyard skies
With our Love
And the Rose moon
Is Caressing doves
My oh my
The Sweetest lady
Aw, we're just the rose blushes
In Your Moonlit Silohuettes
With The exotic folklore
Of your Sweet beautys pirouhettes
My oh My
The Sweetest lady
We feel an exquisite kind of love
Thats uniquely carefree and not ironclad
She makes the evenings
Flowers, koalas, and poets glad
With Sweet moons

Aw, my oh my
The Sweetest lady
And with the rain and Diamond moons
You feel it too
Were crazy and blind for you,
Our love is sweetly crazy
and blind for you
The Sweetest lady
My oh My
You make my Love long
As the days for midnights
with the sunflowers
Irises
And roses
In heavenly and exotic repose
To Sweetly Sing Blush and Sigh
For The Sweetest lady
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my

Reynaldo Casison
Melanie Feb 25
I'm less upset, I think
than I thought I'd be
I've built a beautiful life for myself
Great friends and a job I love
I am brimming with love
and nothing can take that away
not even you
You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall
Malia Feb 23
the flower has eyes
and she watches
as her pale petals curl and
turn brown on the edges, she
watches as she wilts, as her leaves
start to dry, she watches
as the parts of her she used
to admire start to fall, piece by
piece, and she watches as she
disintegrates,
becoming the dirt and she watches as
the housekeeper sees her and frowns and
then throws her away into the
trash.
she watches as she becomes
trash.
and she cannot save herself.
not having the best day
You grew out of my eyes – wild, and wet
you held the weight of my pain;

Carrying my tears after the rain
  the white lotus after my pain’s rain.
But don’t you try to wipe your tears with your dry skin –
Wearing the look of sorrow; your eyes standing mannequin
Could we be like a white lotus; holding the waters of life
Waiting to come out from the womb of the world?

My bones are a pacing cold, under the warmth of the sun
The city runs dark; watching tired dogs chasing after cars
I’m counting all of my scars; pulling weeds from my yard –
I spat a seed into the ground, waiting on a feast to grow

Where I was a Rose…with

Spores of thorns, to push away those who hurt me before
Placing most of our dreams high above – we own the skies
We owe the world none of our tears, but it loves to see us cry
And at times it feels better, just being silent most of the time
To watch all that happens, to learn, and then advise …

But I too, must learn to take up my own advice.
Arcassin B Feb 15
You're A Flower,
The water you consume in the daytime waiting for the nighttime molding you inside, Thats A flower,

The amount of sun that you get when you're out all alone with your feet in the grass,
Thats A Flower,

From the products you put in your hair to the things that you eat making you look young,
You're A Flower,

Being of light you sustain happiness , Don't surround yourself with negative stems,
Girl you're a flower,

Thats A Flower,
That's A Flower,
You're A Flower,
Girl thats a flower.

We must all be the flower that grows for a new dawn,
For a new country,
For  a new world,
Who cares for greed and money.
We don't need a president,  we don't need capitalism,  the dead leaves that need to be
cut Off , yes indeed.
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