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A flower grows
Amid stone walls.
A flower grows
In cement walls.

It does not see
The gray concrete.
It does not notice
The cruel rocks.

The shining light
Is oh-so-high!
The sheen-white clouds
Are oh-so-nigh!

The flower stretches
Ever forth.
Out of the trenches
Ever strains -

Away, away
From fated cairns.

(c)kRu, 07.09.-08.09.09