Struggling flowers reaching up high
Searching for light in the grey sky
Meekly accepting and no question why
Quiet as a mouse skittering away
Always saying something yet nothing to say
Hard to get and refusing to play
A uniform mask and a poker face
Friendless in this friendly place
Self-excluded from any competitive race
One day to shine, to rise up high
Their blinding light will pierce the sky
Leaving everyone else to wonder why
A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.
Nizar Qabbani
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for the little plants Bruno gave me to see if I can use them to grow a border along our path.
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