Unspoken Poem by Sara Hart

Unspoken



We are all a flower in the making.
Once our times of hopelessness and feelings of being alone are over,
We sprout into beautiful beings that can speak a thousand words,
Unspoken.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I'm write though. Your time will come when you realize I am.
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Sara Hart

Sara Hart

Hackettstown, NJ
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