Last Blossom

Like the last blossom that blooms

The beauty, the rarity, amazing.

But what one doesn't know,

Is why is it the last to bloom

It takes more effect,

More trials, doubts

For such a beaten path

will make one strong

So while the others are gone

that last one, beautiful blossom

Will forever be

the rarest of them all

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Lovely title. This poem reminds me the shades of seasons. Nice work.

[A. Amos]

Always enjoy your vivid portrait and the world you create by your words...simply amazing!

[MariaDahl1791]

Thanks A.Amos

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend!

[Sourav]

Lovely...

that last one, beautiful blossom
Will forever be
the rarest of them all

These lines tell everything. Very well expressed.

[MariaDahl1791]

Thank you.