I live for dandelions
That bloom between the cracks
Blinding strikes of happiness
Thriving in desecration
Have you ever seen a field of them?
Reclaiming where they may
It nary ceases to amaze
They always seem to say:
“Life continues”
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
I live for dandelions
That bloom between the cracks
Blinding strikes of happiness
Thriving in desecration
Have you ever seen a field of them?
Reclaiming where they may
It nary ceases to amaze
They always seem to say:
“Life continues”
If a flower can retake concrete, then I can make it through too.
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