Thursday, April 21, 2011

Anew Without You

I am the sun that rose,
I am the new day that came,
when everything crumbled,
I still shined.

You looked at the ground,
and only saw dirt,
You never saw the seed that was planted,
nor the care tended.
But a flower bloomed,
more colorful,
and much brighter,
than the sun.

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