The Flower Within
Hear not the silence in the new fallen snow
embankments high of drifted wonder hide
all that winter buries underneath its surface
and cocoons itself in an invisible whisper
when temperatures rise, sounds of rustling begin
from the depths of a volitional quietus
small lives will break beyond their shells
as they ascend toward the sunlit heavens
and discover how to unleash their power
by finding the flower within.
Copyright © DL Mullan | Year Posted 2020
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