Wildflowers, Roadside
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They bloom where nothing should, holding flame against the grind of days.
A reminder that love, too, survives without permission.
Flowers, Roadside
Wildflowers, Roadside
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They bloom where nothing should, holding flame against the grind of days.
A reminder that love, too, survives without permission.
days of stone 
Beautifully written ♥️
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Thank you, Yassy ❤️
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Perfect analogy. Lovely images.
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Great and meaningful poem!🥰
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Your poetry is stunningly beautiful
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Very kind, Holly. Thank you ❤️
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