flower and my path

The Flower

She opens her petals and faces the sun
Turning as it walks across the sky
As a woman watches the man she loves
When it is out of her sight once more
She closes up to await his return
When he will cross her path again
And its brother moon is hidden
From her sight she knows that the sun
Her love will soon return to her.



My Path

I wander alone
Lost in thought
Blundering through life
As most people must
Hoping to find their path
Just as I hope to find mine
I feel that I surely will
But as of yet I have not
I’ve not even gotten a glimpse
Of what it might be
And I fear that I might miss it
Not recognizing it
Or find it too late
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