Hope is a Cypress
cracking tendrils
through solid rock.
Churning sustenance from
the barren land
holding tight to the cliff.
Growing, twisted in the wind;
thriving, thrusting branches
growing leaves of redemption.
Defiant and hard
courageous and beatiful
she conquers, she lives, she thrives.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
Hope is a Cypress
cracking tendrils
through solid rock.
Churning sustenance from
the barren land
holding tight to the cliff.
Growing, twisted in the wind;
thriving, thrusting branches
growing leaves of redemption.
Defiant and hard
courageous and beatiful
she conquers, she lives, she thrives.
for a new friend who, if I'm lucky, will one day be an old friend. :)
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