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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