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Flash Poet

Realista
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A collection of short poems that vary in content and subject. There will be similarities between some, as will there be different variations amongst others. Repeating topics will occur as struck by inspiration. Also includes some re-imagined nursery rhymes that have been paired with characters from one of my coming-soon stories. Kind of a sneak peak into their personalities and to get you excited to meet them later! Most chapters will be on the shorter side as they are all poems, but there are longer ones included~ *Note: some chapters will contain heightened emotional triggers such as grief, loss, anger, betrayal and ECT. Please remember while you read, enjoy!*

Chapter 1Once Upon A Flower

Look upon a flower,

With it's delicate beauty;

Undergoing a shower,

From Nature's true face.

Look upon a flower,

With it's surmising grace;

Swaying, swaying,

In life's ever-changing breeze.

Look upon a flower,

With it's intoxicating fragrance;

Identified by:

All of those who surround.

Look upon a flower,

And see it's delicate beauty;

Watch it sway back and forth,

Be among those who are standing by.

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Niyathy · Realista
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