Endure Poem by Victoria Hardy

Endure



Of my two last years
One will not come again
But don't you remember
The sweet breeze…

Now I hear a thousand noises
As I am sat under the spring tree
And pleasant notes
Match your voice

It is my faith though
That every flower endures
A tough storm
Before it blooms with beauty.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,spring
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