Evening Poems: Envy

~ Brooke F.

a rose turned to a daisy,

“I envy the sunflower for its unapologetic presence

and the way it shines bravely

in a world much too fond of understatement.

I wish my petals were a bright as she.”

a sunflower turned to an iris,

“I envy the rose’s delicate beauty

and thorns that ware off bad intentions

and those who only love her for her bloom.

I wish my petals were as rich as she.”

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Published by Brooke F.

I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.

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