Like a sapling on a train track,
In the rubble,
Beneath noise,
Under constant, violent strikes,
Always grows,
But never thrives.
- Author: Gewar ( Offline)
- Published: May 21st, 2024 10:29
- Category: Unclassified
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Like a sapling on a train track,
In the rubble,
Beneath noise,
Under constant, violent strikes,
Always grows,
But never thrives.
Comments2
Excellent work.
Thank you very much
Very observant! Yes, many things are unable to thrive because they regularly get chopped off... but we keep trying! Someday, that rail may become abandoned and that stubborn root will turn into a home for birds and squirrels!
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