Bougainvilllea
Bougainvillea
15 April 2019
I still remember the pink hue of the
bougainvillea flowers just outside my window
greeting me, each morning as I brush aside the curtains
and let the glorious rays of sun paint my room
in a streak of golden yellow.
Like pieces of art, little and precise
simple yet meaningful, I admire those
soft, blushing petals.
These long vines and thorns lining
in natural perfection its leaves and flowers, teach me
that hidden in my failures and obstacles
I may find beauty and glory, and I may start anew
with my new-found inspiration from these
works of untouched and
untouchable art,
for which I find myself
eternally grateful.
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