I began researching flowers that
Bloom in fall
But noticed there wasn’t any at all
Maybe weeds or roots
But no flowers with colors
Bloomed
Then I wondered what made fall so
Hateful
That it wouldn’t allow the flowers to
Shine
It’s quite distasteful
I knew if I tried I could
So I planted a seed
No one thought I should
I watered it for days
Watched it for hours
Talked to the ground
Like it was my pal
But nothing grew
And so I knew
This wasn’t the season for
Flowers
But something changed
The seed grew wings
And out sprouted
The most beautiful thing
I named it the best name
Jazmin
Because to me this flower
Was personal
This flower
Was never meant to grow
But out the soil it shed
It’s old habits and sooner or later
Out of darkness she fled
Making the new world of light
Her bed
She was the most beautiful
The most powerful
Flower of them all
The only one to bloom in fall!
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