Something small and alone
Standing at the end of edge
Longing for the high sun
Yet still embracing the earth
It is a three leaves little plant
Sprouting from the cracked concrete
Gripping its root through the cold
At the highest place of old rooftop
How beautiful and daring
But dangerous and challenging
Must be the wind blew it away from home
Or maybe it is the fungi where it was born from.
- July 8, 2019, 9:37 PM -
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