Wildflower

A wildflower

Unplanted. Unwatered. Unwanted.

In hostile soil where a garden once died.

And yet it grows. Glows. Overflows.

Until the barren heart pulses with new life.

Not tidy. Not planned.

But beautiful nonetheless.

Did I say heart? I can’t imagine why.

I meant to say dirt.

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