A flower so close to bloom,
Conjuring love, courage, and wisdom
To know it is loved.
A flower hidden between the rocks,
Under a bridge,
Waiting to be discovered;
Waiting for someone willing to unwind a path,
Someone to trek through the ***** unseen pavement.
A flower,
Caged to the ground,
Lonely, but deserving.
It notices someone reaching down.
Someone with scratches, bruises,
Covered in dirt, leaves in their hair,
And a small path carved behind them.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
A flower so close to bloom,
Conjuring love, courage, and wisdom
To know it is loved.
A flower hidden between the rocks,
Under a bridge,
Waiting to be discovered;
Waiting for someone willing to unwind a path,
Someone to trek through the ***** unseen pavement.
A flower,
Caged to the ground,
Lonely, but deserving.
It notices someone reaching down.
Someone with scratches, bruises,
Covered in dirt, leaves in their hair,
And a small path carved behind them.
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