Out of the concrete a flower grows

Hands fit together

That’s why we were given fingers

To stroke a person’s soul

But hearts need protection

And so many walls

Not all can be torn down

Nor climbed over

So we dig under them

Escaping the world we’re in

I’ll meet you on the other side

Bury yourself

And we’ll bury our love

2 comments

  1. Prose or poem, your writing has a lot of depth. Lovely and so romantic!

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