We’re all plain to begin with,
Mind you some of us,
Remain the same-
Grey and get duller,
Along pathways
Of the struggle & the strife
There was a time,
When I thought I’d never adjust,
To what I’d been dealt…
But white flowers bloom,
From a once boring branch.
A contest entry
- Quickie PIF by carole21.
850 points, ended July 16, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nicely penned for the photo prompt . . thanks for the contest entry . .
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thank you you're wellcome
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