Roots lie underneath
gilded in grime
Above the bitter sight
stands a flower
A perk of nature
A sweet taste to the eyes
compared to rot
Beneath every flower
is a secret root,
it doesn't introduce itself,
it is too shy.
It hides, only to
be dug up by the
curious
gilded in grime
Above the bitter sight
stands a flower
A perk of nature
A sweet taste to the eyes
compared to rot
Beneath every flower
is a secret root,
it doesn't introduce itself,
it is too shy.
It hides, only to
be dug up by the
curious
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Fayrouz
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