Flowers cannot blossom from words of hate
But jungle vines adapt to reach for the sunshine
Even in the silent gloom
We strive in the gold sunlight
We grow from kind words, reassurance, and a simple "I love you."
We survive off the beauty of love.
The love we hold for each other
The Earth
This universe
And the sometimes secret, invisible love for ourself.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Flowers cannot blossom from words of hate
But jungle vines adapt to reach for the sunshine
Even in the silent gloom
We strive in the gold sunlight
We grow from kind words, reassurance, and a simple "I love you."
We survive off the beauty of love.
The love we hold for each other
The Earth
This universe
And the sometimes secret, invisible love for ourself.
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