The Spirit


My friends wither
Dry and almost dead

There is a plastic beside me
Sooner or later
Poison the soil where I grow

But I have to endure
I stay beautiful
And grow well

Because I’m still excited
I have the will & the spirit
To live and survive.#

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4 thoughts on “The Spirit

  1. Here she blossoms fueled by soft desire.
    Aching heart yearns for a simple, happy mate.
    No one stops today, but she lit a fire.
    X-Ray shows her fertile ground can’t wait.
    Unless you are a fool, you will touch her now.
    Enjoy it when you discover where and how.

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