Don't lose hope, flowers
begin as seeds that break just
before they blossom.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (3)
nice spring Haiku
Beautiful lines!
Oh wow! You ignite fire with so few words. Beautifully done!