Embedded in the rich, dark soil of history
My roots are still a part of me
Nourishing me, spurning me on Making me face another dawn
Of uncertainty
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Well done Myra it's a rare flower thank God if it's everlasting? The destiny of a blossom is not fair at all.
I can hear that voice, it seems so real... Beautifully composed (...of uncertainty; of mystery; of destiny; a blossom) and expressed. I love this!
I liked this it more like the type of poem i write. Thank you take care.Roy.