a petal tells a thousand stories
bombarded by tremendous hate,
odds in favor of fate cruel,
‘round every corner, nature wait,
survival, breaking every rule
child born, unto his mother,
grain of sand, toward sea abreast,
life blood, with she must smother,
for any chance, at family crest
pacing lightly, circle formed,
young child, loves aloud,
a thousand grains, for them he mourned,
at last, petal seeps from shroud,
a thousand stories, she tells proud
-l.a.
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