Flowers in the Garden

Sometimes I walk in the Garden,
And carry the burden,
That all of this beauty,
Most will not see.

As the wind blows,
My anxiety grows,
Made worse by airborne seeds,
That make me sneeze.

So to remain oblivious,
Choosing the least arduous,
I take flight,
Concerns gone with the night.

A/N: Hi there readers. First post of 2017. Poem #12. I'm not too sure what this one is about (confession: it's a throwback). Maybe you can help me me figure it out by commenting your thoughts. Criticism welcome! Please vote and share. All the love.

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