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| photo via sophie oetling |
hope needs a flower to lean
upon; a stem to call its own.
the intertwining way it
works will fortify my
home; though my walls all
crumble, my doorway
blocked with shade, hope
leans upon a flower,
and beckons me the way.
where is the flower to lean
upon, here amidst the drone
of noises which surround me
in the void of truest homes?
I miss the future shapes;
I miss a world, I don't.
I look upon a flower,
and pray it leads
to hope.
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