Through the night
this flower’s grown
in darkest shades
in deepest holes
through the cracks
and through the cold
this flower’s grown
by will alone.
Through the night
this flower’s grown
in darkest shades
in deepest holes
through the cracks
and through the cold
this flower’s grown
by will alone.
Beautiful!!
Thank you!
You are very welcome!! 😀
This is a thinker right here and love the ending…it makes the male seem so understanding of the females plight. He understands that their journey is not even. Very nice as usual H.
Thank you, Shirlena. 🙂