You cut them short when you don’t want to listen. You need a very short story. You said brevity is a word of the wise. But if wisdom is what you want, why does it take you so long to find the key that you thought you’re holding?
Is the key all you need or a map to some path you always wanted? You only need the key for the door but how will you find the door if you don’t know where to start your journey and which path to take?
All you see are beautiful flowers, because what you want is a beautiful garden. You’re always scared of the forest. The unknown frightens you. Did someone ever tell you that sometimes the most beautiful flowers are the forgotten ones in the secluded wilderness where a ray of sunshine is like water on desert.
You say they always give you a long story when what you really wanted was a brief poetry where rhythm and rhymes are all that matters. So does it matter now that I can write you a nine word story, a very short one?
Like Raindrops on flowers
Your tears made you bloom.
Would that be enough or you need another story because this time you realized that sometimes you also need a long story.
For now you know why it took a long time for them to bloom, because they waited for raindrops and a ray of sunshine is not just what they need.
Kindly Click / Tap This To Read The Colorful Butterfly. Thanks.
Copyright © 2016 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved
Nice!
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Thanks Marissa.
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This is so lovely and sensitively written:-)
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Thanks Chevvy.
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Lovely writing.
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Thanks Kim.
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Lovely thoughts to filter through my day. Thank you.
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Thanks Energy Writer for reading my writings.
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Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Wonderful writing Joel. Thanks for finding me!
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You’re welcome. Thanks too Miriam for dropping by.
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👊🏼💙✍🏽⭐️🎉
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Your thoughts make me cloud in stupendous aura of optimism. Philippines is my Canan, my land flowing with milk and honey, my chosen land, I hope to live permanently there with my loved one. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thanks Anand. You’re always welcome here.
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Woah
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Thanks Limarie.
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Love that heart behind and into these poems.Beautiful💝
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Thanks Creative World. I’m glad you like it. Thanks for stopping by. Have a great sunday.
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