Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Poetry
A Rose from the Concrete
A rose from between the concrete grows, stilted, scraggy, worn. Until the first hint of blossom starts to open. Then the voices going by, stop, smile, and sometimes laugh. But are forever changed by a small red rose growing from the concrete.
2 comments:
I am always amazed that even a dandelion can crack concret ~ & I love to see something flower in the cracks!
Sweet poem! Plants are tough! I have seen trees growing on the side of a building. It amazes me.We should be so tough!
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