The Garden Still Grows
Poetry for the soul
Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash
A rose doesn't bloom overnight, or in a week
Sometimes these feelings got me weak; weak in the knees, memories got reality trapped as if I wear my heart on my sleeve still & it bleeds for ya.
But I'm very much stronger from what perceives on the outter shell and see outside the box
Trust in the process
It will grow into a beautiful garden....
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