WeedsA Poem by LaurenHe was regal with a nameless charm, and he told me to love the dandelions. How can I love that which plagues my heart? I questioned.
Kiss the ground where the ferns are planted and feed the soil with your aching. Try as you may, you will never lose the weeds: cultivate your riches and love the dandelions. © 2008 Lauren |
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Added on April 2, 2008 |