Little flower
I hear you crying in the dead night's late hours
Little flower
It may seem like you can't go on anymore but
Little flower
I'm here to tell you that you hold so much power
Little flower
This awful thing wants you to feel like you're less
Little flower
It feeds on you and when you're happy it scours
Little flower
Changing for the better is how you will win
Little flower
Cloudy skies make it harder to grow now or
Little flower
Finding will to be the last beautiful thing
Little flower
You can find the change within there is firepower
Little flower
No amount of weather will ever dim your color
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Hyacinth Smith
I write about anything and everything; my collective thoughts and perspectives on enjoying and surviving the adventure of life.
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