Her heart thrived;
where once the thorns
were,
there were white roses
and yellow hibiscus,
and pink peonies
there were green leaves
that protruded
and water lilies;
here she had pulled out the
weeds
that took her heart’s nutrition;
and her heart became healthy
she painted, she made music,
she wrote books
she gardened
keeping herself busy
she had no time for qualms
or negativity

a. degamo

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Author: artistcomplex

I like things with the depth of the ocean, and infinity of the sky. I like observation and introspection, welcome a fresh perspective on a cliché. I do not cease in creating; creation is the next thing more powerful than destruction.

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