
.
Wild flowers willing
To risk death in wind and storms
To share their beauty
.

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Wild flowers willing
To risk death in wind and storms
To share their beauty
.

.
Happiness today
Tomorrow it slips away
What’s the fuckin’ point?
.
Sit without desire
Watch the leaves blow… the grass grow
Perfect as it is
.

.
we think we are not
prisoners without freedom
our bars are unseen
.

.
the truth will burn clean
falsehood leaves a residue
please leave no footprints
.

the seeds travel far
.
wherever they land is home
.
their blossoms will bloom
