A FROWNING FLOWER

A flower frowns from far and flops

Telling tales of taints which cleared it from the tops

Repeating restlessly with renewed rancour

It tells of friends from the highest heights

And of their hailing which held her high

Only to push her past her speed to fall

Tainting her beauty and making her call

Only for all to her company ignore

Telling tales of her banishment

It rains so much and washes her clean

Rain holds her hands and lifts her up

Only for frowning faces to clear and shine

Her shine then turned frown

Until it flops from faithful frowns

Denying the world the smile of its beauty

Bitterness planted

Grows seeds of hatred and no living

Tags Life, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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