On Love
When I sought love
I knew
It smelled of roses
Fragrant and sweet
When I followed its scent
I found you.
On Life
A flower sprouted
within the cracks of a sidewalk
Not many noticed it
But it withstood its ground
Just like me
it fought for survival
Not the rain nor the blistering sun
could destroy its resolve
to find the strength
to stand upright
and
live.
For it knew
the day it showed its weakness
and let the rain drown
or the sun desiccate
and if it drooped to the
ground
the will to fight
will end.
Through its resilience
a bee did find
the sweet nectar
and the cracked form of the ground
radiate beauty.
That gorgeous flower
that sprang from the cracks
one day
caught the eye of a photographer
and was soon acclaimed
As the formidable
Flowered pawn.
Have a great month of April.
Live & Let Live!
shobana
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