Poem: Anna
- C.M. Selbrede
- Nov 14, 2017
- 1 min read

Sun rests lightly on the roadside where flowers grow
They spring from the cold, dank soil with warm life
They organize themselves in quiet clusters
Unmarked by the conceit of a garden
Their purple blossoms peak towards the overcast sky
Seeing past the clouds of the midday storm
Towards the sunlight they know shall break come evening
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