Oh, for a flower!
Oh, for
a flower!
What
would I kill for one!
I would
water it
with my salty tears
my drowning eyes
red from insomnolence
For a
flower would be hope
for life
to thrive
to exist
to continue
for love
to thrive
to exist
to continue
“Don’t
push it or it won’t come”
But how
else will I get there
if I
don’t believe in luck?
-R. Woodson
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