Flowery Displays

A poem by Anna Atsu

You could bathe in flowers, petals soft and bright,

Receive a million compliments, bask in their light.

But if within, the flowers wilt and fade,

No amount of praise can heal the inner shade.

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For sadness lurks in the quiet of the soul,

Where blooms of joy struggle to console.

No external riches, no worldly gain,

Can mend the soul that's filled with pain.