83 ❀Flower of Concealment❀

Slowly blooming, slowly opening

A door to the words contained

Wisdom waiting to be discovered

Under a deep and blue garden.

Gumdrops of different flavours

All inside a pristine bottle

As the flower slowly rots and flutters

Conceived a new wonder inside.

As one intakes the new nourishment

Grinding thorns upon stones

Sharpening the wit, they say

As age is not of wisdom, but experience.

A pained smile and a drowning sound

Was it really that unusual?

Piling upon piles of dirt

Slowly making layers of a concealed mind.

A banging sound

A pleasing voice

A single prayer

All uttered.

A sparkling waterfall.