by Valerie D. Staton Wildflowers grow through cracks in stone, bright and unyielding.Vines curl around benches,moss carpets abandoned paths.Life persists here, quietly brave,teaching me that even in decaythere is hope, and even endingscarry the seed of something new.
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Poetic Reflections 