Graceful Blossom
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I am a sunflower,
Loyal and bright,
Swaying in the wind, facing the hot sun,
A fragrant blossom of better days.
I am an old stuffed animal,
Tattered and loved,
Sitting on a new bed, grinning at the world,
A nostalgic moment distilled in time.
I am an artist set, varied and colorful,
Overused and creative,
Transforming in to art, melting onto blank pages,
An always changing metamorphosis.
I find myself wondering how I came to be this way.
- Lydia Finch
Missed Opportunities
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Some people will wander
Throughout their entire life,
Wistful of what could have been,
Wallowing in their mistakes.
They wail and wait
For a moment that won’t come.
As their time wanes before them,
They make no move
To make themselves whole.
- Lydia Finch