A flower, beautiful with long strands of
hope, lies among the hills.
A bark in the distance, to remind her, beautiful
you are not alone.
A gust sends the slightest shiver down
the length they call her stem.
She is stronger than she thought after all
the times she has been damaged.
Picks herself up again and just like before,
beautiful stands again.
And though the sun may cause her to wilt,
and those heavy shoes may break her.
Beautiful stands again, nothing can defeat her.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
A flower, beautiful with long strands of
hope, lies among the hills.
A bark in the distance, to remind her, beautiful
you are not alone.
A gust sends the slightest shiver down
the length they call her stem.
She is stronger than she thought after all
the times she has been damaged.
Picks herself up again and just like before,
beautiful stands again.
And though the sun may cause her to wilt,
and those heavy shoes may break her.
Beautiful stands again, nothing can defeat her.
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