April 8, 2011
By xLattox BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
xLattox BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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your flowers have withered
from the sheer cold of the rain
which pours from the frosted
mouths of others

struggling to be rooted in the confines
of rich soil
winter bares on your back
a most chilling song

but again you bloom
from darkness overbearing
a single bud,
which turns to the sun,
sprouting once again:

your happiness.

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