Well Grown Flower

A flower grows
A flower stays
A flower starts with a color
They get more colors
They grow again
They get beautiful
They stand still
They feel everything around them
We grow
We change
We have colors
We get more colors
Time stood still when i got happy
Everything never ended
I ended
I never recovered
I never saw
I never grew
I never got a color..
You came that time
You got me growing
You got my colors back
You made my colors grow to more
You made my heart beat
You took a flower and placed it somewhere it belonged
The flower grew and grew
It got big and colorful
It got Beautiful
You saved the new grown flower from it's ending
It's now living how it should
It's now..

Alive

by Tilde Sauffaus

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a well grown flower is love lovely metaphor