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Angelina Mathew Poem
Why do weeds wear blooms of grace,
Hidden in corners in their secret place?
Risen in cracks, in fields unplowed
Stands a splash of color, tall and proud
Unwelcome, they say, as they pierce the rigid ground.
Perhaps in weeds, there lies a truth,
That beauty shines despite its youth.
They grow where no man dares to tread
Encompassed in pink and vibrant red.
They are pulled, yet they return.
In their petals, we can learn.
Weeds, thought of as wild and free
Are Nature's flowers in secrecy.
Copyright © Angelina Mathew | Year Posted 2024
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