15 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 083 Like the flower

It is springtime and you are the flower ….

Like the flower, who blooms to grow, all that pass, already know, your color, your scent, it’s all a part of you,
and helps their smiles, come shining through

Like the flower, you always show, none will pass, who don’t wish to know, your beauty, your smile, the picture’s true and helps their smiles, come shining through