people and places
Roots reach deep into the center of the earth.. Into the center of the mind.
They find their way past obstacles.. and bask in the font of your very being..
The flower, the scarlet rose So beautiful and ugly When alive it stood tall, above all others At death, not a single soul welcomed it It was merely just a rose after all
When everyone is beautiful will the ugly rejoice? Will the beautiful admire the ugly Simply because they have no choice?
When choosing is harder than a or b When vanity is tucked under
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