In the shallow dirt
There is a flower
Which fights with all its might
Against the rain
It digs its roots down deep
This precious flower
Endures against the wind
With which it strains
Its stem with which its life
Goes on forever
Smooth as silk, contained with
Life and sun
Will hold the life of pedals,
Precious flower
'Til all of time on earth
Forever done.
And though this flower doesn't
Bloom for all,
It surely shows just like
The morning sun
This flower's life so strong and
Yet so frail
The flower blooms for all who
Find true love.
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A Girl Named Grace
RomanceBeauty is in the eyes of the beholder... Or so it seems. Love is beautiful and kind. Tough and yet fragile. It can be tainted and yet appears white as snow. It is the antidote to its own poison. For a girl like Grace, love is a battlefield littered...
