Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Blooming by Clara

When Clara saw the above painting, she said, "Wait...I have a poem."

Here it is.

by Clara

I was first looking,
Then leaning in for a sweet smell,
It captivated me,
It was growing on me
And then it happened
At first I didn't feel it.

I couldn't see
Taken in by it
I tried to pull it off
But it was connected to me
The connection stronger than anything I felt
I touched my face to see what it was
A blooming flower
With roots

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