Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Seven lines, random syllable counts, and a rhyming pattern: Flowers

Flowers that were planted some place in the past,
put there for a time thought not to last,
and yet one day before the even time,
from the dark they came up fast,
and though there was no memory they still did climb,
silently like a mime,
right through forgetfulness that was cast.

 

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