From a soil so sere lived,
a tiny lonely seed.
She burst forth her way
through the darkness in dismay.
Until one day,
a gardener sprinkled water
and nay!
The lonely seed leaped up in gay!
Rose and smiled
she thanked the gardener
with a bank of water that day.

Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-10-14 at 16:28

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Amanda K
I love the theme here. nice work.

Lea Foverskov
wonderful, short, beautiful poem. it reminded me much of lastromantichero's recent poem: "As of a rose" - check it out!


Yes, just a small amount of "water" can make us grow.
Liked this.

Venkatesh India
sweet poem, filled my heart with joy while reading it.tnks!