Maybe just maybe
I have to keep continuously breaking
until all my cracks are filled with light
Until all that surrounds me is no longer the dirt that buried me
That planted the shell of my beginnings
But like the sun i too will rise
Offering my lessons on beauty
Dont let these delicate petals make a fool of me
My roots go down to hell for me
My mind creates a heaven for me
Theres a balance to this melody
About the Creator
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The beauty in simplicity shines brilliantly.