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concrete
row by row
quite contrary how a flower can still grow
as we reap the weeds that we won’t admit having sewn
amidst the dirt and grime
fields paved to lay way
for a path to tomorrow
structurized by today
a barren field
of unfertile land
streets of undesired
falling though the cracks
seeds black as hearts
losing their fight
sidewalk lay broken
cracking away
but a green bud is sprouting
from the decay
as a blossom of some other day
lets the sun shine where shadows of a bad seed
are harvested and tossed away
by the hands of what may

Somebody