A Flower Grows

A flower grows
Of tepid colouration
No one told it
That flowers should be bright.
A flower sprouts
At the base of a cloud
No one told it
Where flowers should bloom.
A flower plucks off its petals
To admire itself
No one told it
Its beauty is inside.
A flower dies
Of exposure
No one told it
To cover its little bud.

by Claudete Oduor.See more of her poetry here and her prose here

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