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Jordan Smith Poem
Oh my sweet flower
living in such a wasteland
yet so strong and true
waving in the wind
with graceful arms
and your petals,
petals so beautiful
they bring tears to the eyes.
when you bloom
you shine the darkness away
leaving the world better.
Your sweet fragrance
creates memories
which will never be forgotten.
Oh my sweet flower
stay with me forever.
Copyright © Jordan Smith | Year Posted 2015
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Jordan Smith Poem
The Violin sat on the mantle
waiting to be played.
Remembering what it felt like
to be able to sing.
Yearning to be able to sing once more.
For its song is of pure beauty.
But alas, the violin sings no longer.
For how can a violin sing
without someone to play it.
So the violin sits, waiting
for anyone to play it
so it can sing once more.
Copyright © Jordan Smith | Year Posted 2015
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