'Bloom', said life and I bloomed I bloomed in suppression I bloomed in oppression I bloomed when everything seemed dead and hopeless I bloomed even when they termed me a wastrel, useless. Yes, I bloomed amidst every negativity. Today, they watch green with envy My blooming, they say, is nothing short of extraordinary. Forest Bloom (Open for collaboration.) This image is open to the writing community for collaboration with Writer's Choice Image source: The Archive Files Snapshot by Flux Hale Writer's Choice
