Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

blossoms go

even from shadows
blossoms rise from dirt and ash
even as they cower
when the sun covers her face
in grim, lonely clouds
the blossoms know once
the rain showers begin
they will be able to release
the flowers from within,
reaching upward and outward
with their tiny grins
winking in the wind

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