Sunday, March 15, 2015

City Flowers

Battered and bruised are pedals 
Wry is my soul
My head faced to the sun
Nourished by tears 
Fertilized by rejection and fears
Conquering them makes these roots grow strong 
Prayers has opened my eyes

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