Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Unfurl - Secret Hipster Poem

It happens little by little...

We all have leaves
That shoot up full of life
From dark places.
Often they arise from pain;
Oftener still, they grow and collect
Any drop of sunshine's joy
And any coolness of the rain.
In so serving to feed us -
Nourish and be-deck us.
Wreathes of 
Garlands of

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