Like snapping your fingers they pop from the ground.
Unable to pull or cut,
Their determination is profound.
Above these wicked ugly stems,
Yellow sunbursts shine like gems.
You despise them yet,
You can't help but feel recollected by there growing speed.
This beauty you found was not expected.
For their determination caught your attention.
And as feelings rise and stems grow,
more and more sunbursts will show.
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At first I didn't like this poem because I didn't catch the metaphor very clearly and I had to actually concentrate to figure it out. But actually I think thats a good thing, it's just annoying for me now, it being this late and me being tired.
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