This wildflower is blooming
Opening up to the sun
But she fears sheβs not beautiful
Because she is not the one
That you picked
She forgets that when she sits
In a vase so delicate
This is when she no longer lives
About the Creator
Lucia B.
Poet
Novelist
Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
Bibliophile
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Halloween has come and gone, but Autumn is still a great time for a ghostly scare. I love to hear a good ghost story, especially while gathered around a campfire. Who doesnβt? I thought I would share a few of my very favorite Short Stories of Horror.
By πππ3 days ago in BookClub
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What a beautiful ending, not where I expected the poem to go at allβ¦ a much needed reminder β€οΈβ¨