Dear Life

Dear Life as you may know 

hope  exist together with peace.

I know I’m lost 

in the forest of poisonous thoughts.

I look to Mother Earth for guidance 

of how to survive.

I thrive on a dream 

that occurred to me last night.

I was a plant blooming in the woods.

I thought to be a rosette 

with a diamond like crimson petals.

I turned to be a wild weed 

with yellow and wilting leaves.

But I was a I troublesome bustard 

, a rebel at heart and soul. 

  

  

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