Between the cracks on city hall
a little soil from on high did fall
Perhaps a bird on the homeward wing
Did this earth from the empyrean bring
And in that lay asleep a seed
Waiting its time, this time concede
Until from the grey cloud loud spoke
Drops so light did the dirt soak
A shoot tender from hearts of stone prise
Lines a rose budding from far distant sunrise
Deep and deeper did the roots life instill
To break walls with a growing good-will
So spirit of humanity shall always thrive
Even when ground down, be always alive!
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
