Sunday, March 20, 2016

The water lily

Limited spaces, limited growth
It was after all a tiny pond
Amidst the darker shades,
The bright flash of color stands out
Lonely, but still upright

Looking at the world as if to challenge
And say, break me if you can
The end will come
The beginning itself a miracle
I promise to enjoy and treasure this
While this lasts

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