Thursday, March 21, 2019

wilt


Wilt
sometimes life gets hard to bare,
and i cant stand the glare,
of the negative, hardships of life,
the happiness and strife,
my life's like a flower,
full of beauty and inner power,
but when times get rough,
and you feel like you've had enough,
your flower is wilted,
the stems are tilted,
but the time wont keep it down.
a smile will over power the frown.

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