Weal Poem by Cris Ben

Weal



We're all flowers in this garden of life
fairly vivid, fairly peculiar
but it is those drops of resilience,
sedulous sweat and teary sacrifice
that birth this mighty brilliance
of water, earth, air and light.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017
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