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 about a year 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.
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