Tough Love
A flower woke up one morning,
And turned to face the sun.
The sun rose up,
And shone down, hard, upon the flower.
Making it grow.
And turned to face the sun.
The sun rose up,
And shone down, hard, upon the flower.
Making it grow.
posted by Man of Issaquah at 10:41 PM
1 Comments:
thanks for stopping my blog. I am delighted to find your poetry and will be coming back often to enjoy your writing!
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