I don't typically write non-rhyming poetry, but sometimes I do...
Wildflowers
By: Ley Wire
Some children grow like shrubbery,
They're pruned and shaped
Some children grow like roses,
They are beautiful, but sharp
Some children grow like daffodils,
Their sunny spring is short
Some children grow like wildflowers,
They flourish in nature, but fade when domesticated.
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