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The Flower

There stands the flower,
growing with the most beauty
in this ugly world.

A world filled with hate,
still isn't enough to kill
the life of nature.

But something can....

There's the bitter cold,
that looms in the horizon.
Killing all beauty.

The flower freezes
in the chilling wind.
It's losing all hope.

But hope is not lost....

The Spring will come soon,
allowing life to regrow
under a new sun.

There will always be
evil and cold in the world,
but there's also love.

Love is never lost....

There stands the flower,
full of beauty and passion,
never letting go.

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Hello, Gavin,
Welcome! Yes! Absolutely appreciate your poem, especially this time of year when things seem so extra dark and cold. "...allowing life to grow under a new sun." What could be more hopeful than those words? Your wise poem reminds me of a quote from Helen Keller: "Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." I feel that from your flower. Lovely title - thank you so much for this!

i like the three line stanzas

I look forward to reading more of your work.

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Hello Gavin, I also welcome you to Neopoet. I don't post often and I'm also fairly new.
Love your poem. The theme appeals to me very much and I like the way you've used the flower to represent hope.
Yes, the world can be ugly and full of hate. But most people are spiritual in one way or another...and have hope.
Mostly, I wish humankind would not keep destroying nature. The devastation is horrible. If this does not stop, the tipping point of no return will be reached. Sorry to bring in this, but I do have faith and hope.
Keep posting, Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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