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May 2015
Autumn left abandoned trees,
A summer oppressed and on its knees.
Far too short, and almost lost,
Til I found a flower in the weeds.

Words are words, but sometimes seeds,
That blossom with truth and simple deeds.
I learned to live and love again
From a single flower in the weeds.

Fear fell victim to Autumn's siege,
A restless mind now rests at ease.
From the ground, sprang salvation,
A simple flower amidst the weeds.

The golden sky will someday cease,
All men made equal and then released.
Vanquish the living to deliver the peace,
Hold tight to that flower in the weeds.
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