Walking Iris
A bloom that moves without a foot, petals folded in quiet ambition— purple like twilight prayers, leaning from pot to soil, as if each sprout dreams of elsewhere.
By Mr AliPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Walking Iris
It does not rush.
It does not beg.
The world bends slowly around it,
while it inches forward
with grace you’ll miss if you blink.
Some things only blossom
when they believe no one is watching.
About the Creator
Mr Ali
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Comments (1)
I like how you describe something that moves at its own pace. It makes me think of projects I've worked on where rushing never helped. Instead, taking our time and being patient led to better results. How do you think this idea applies to personal growth or relationships? Do we sometimes need to let things develop without forcing them?