LIFE.
a beautiful flower.
it has thorns.
do you want it?
she gestured to me.
i shook my head.
her eyes smiled.
she picked it carefully.
placed it in a concrete vase.
it needs to breathe.
i know.
she watered the flower.
there's no space.
i know.
she placed it by the window.
the sunlight reaches it.
it will grow.
i didn't answer.
she smiled and left.
4 months gone.
i visited.
it's you.
her eyes smiled.
hi.
the flower.
it grew.
i told you.
i stared in wonder.
the flower grew.
out of the window.
i laughed.
my heart sparkled.
you will grow.
i smiled at her.
i'd witnessed it.
miracles?
nah.
it's just life.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Posted by Edison Justin Cross at 1:09 PM
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