There was a street once fine,
Now weary, cracked, and beat.
It crumbled in the wrathful heat,
Was crooked as a broken spine.
At this I frowned, scorned, turned my back—
For all we build meets time's cruel claw!—
When in that street I squinted, saw
A lily sprouting in the crack.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
