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I am a flower blooming, From a crack in the sidewalk. You do not discover the beauty, Until you suddenly glance, Into that crack. Your eye doesn’t fall upon it, Too easily. Why would anyone purposefully glance, Into that small, dark imperfection, In the sidewalk anyway? They are much too busy, Worrying about where they are planning to place each foot, Next. Left, Right, Left, Right. Besides, they would rather gaze ahead, To the perfectly placed, Well grown, nurtured flowers. They glow in the sunlight, And catch your eye when you pass; The rays causing their gorgeous colors to dance, and radiate. The breeze blows a cool wind to pull them closer together. You see: happiness. As I sit in the crack, Waiting, wishing, wondering, Sometimes I blossom, Sometimes I wilt. Once in awhile, One or two people May be kind, or perceptive, or understanding, Enough to give me a chance: an opportunity. They stare fixedly, And instead of anger, They see potential. Rather than hurt, They see love.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
crack in the sidewalk
I am a flower blooming, From a crack in the sidewalk. You do not discover the beauty, Until you suddenly glance, Into that crack. Your eye doesn’t fall upon it, Too easily. Why would anyone purposefully glance, Into that small, dark imperfection, In the sidewalk anyway? They are much too busy, Worrying about where they are planning to place each foot, Next. Left, Right, Left, Right. Besides, they would rather gaze ahead, To the perfectly placed, Well grown, nurtured flowers. They glow in the sunlight, And catch your eye when you pass; The rays causing their gorgeous colors to dance, and radiate. The breeze blows a cool wind to pull them closer together. You see: happiness. As I sit in the crack, Waiting, wishing, wondering, Sometimes I blossom, Sometimes I wilt. Once in awhile, One or two people May be kind, or perceptive, or understanding, Enough to give me a chance: an opportunity. They stare fixedly, And instead of anger, They see potential. Rather than hurt, They see love.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
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