Saturday, April 21, 2012


I hear your fears Echoing, as if in a canyon The pain does not seem to stop Resonating on every rock And the flowers believing their Beauty can help know The truth of doubts Lingering inside, where to hide Their blooms seem to say Come under my petal and I will Comfort and provide solace for you The pollen lends a trail to follow As if saying come to me And the stems say we are strong This is a place to linger and possibly Make a home The leaves will nourishment For a parched heart All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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