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Pain is like the rain of clouds lying low,
It’s distressing when it happens but you need it to grow.
The seed of love arises from hurt,
It becomes something beautiful after surviving the dirt.
The soul becomes stronger within the small sprout,
Emerges with humility after persisting through doubt.
It blooms into the sun’s radiant light,
Magnificent and amazing after winning the fight.
The seed has become a part of mother earth,
Fulfilling its promise and redeeming its worth.
The promise, the hope, the faith, and willpower,
All make this life lovely, inspired by
the flower.





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spudbud This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 18, 2012 at 3:27 pm
Very good poem! I love your choice of words.
 
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