A gray flower with no pattern to bloom, as likely at sunrise as at night as at noon. When the bulb's grown and thoroughly drowned, the whole thing shatters and the plant crashes down.
I'm an easy going person, looking to latch on to every drop of happiness that I may be fortunate enough to have land upon me. There are many times of drought, but every so often, the skys will open up, and for those times, I am truly blessed.
3 comments:
wow this sounds deep.
is it a storm cloud?
Yes Anonymous, you are indeed correct. The answer is a CLOUD.
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