Dark earth beneath my feet
Nestles intrepid seeds
Fragile, meek, roots
Creep, shoots out
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Hi Bro. Bernard. Our duality is who we are - the resulting struggle completes the circle, a yinyang. :)
Beautiful poem Doris. Poetry is a kind of light for poets where they can shine their light for others in this dark universe.10
Hi Nudershada. You're right and your name says that conviction. Our darkness is as beautiful as the light within. Thank you for dropping in. :)