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Poem: Anna


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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