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Weed
Not beautiful but alive.
Clawing through mud and dark.
Thunder marking time,
stars denoting placement.
Awaiting morning's light
and respite from this dankness.
Perhaps left unmolested
a chance to flourish.
Even weeds may blossom.
Clawing through mud and dark.
Thunder marking time,
stars denoting placement.
Awaiting morning's light
and respite from this dankness.
Perhaps left unmolested
a chance to flourish.
Even weeds may blossom.
Published 31st Mar 2012
| Edited 16th Dec 2020
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31st Mar 2012 3:53pm
23rd May 2012 9:21pm
23rd May 2012 11:32pm
Some say that the very act of being alive is in and of itself, beauty.
Interesting use of the word "dankness"; most people would probably use darkness, but your choice is so much more appropriate!
Interesting use of the word "dankness"; most people would probably use darkness, but your choice is so much more appropriate!
