…along the concrete jungle…

Somewhere among the thousands of people along the concrete jungle,

just below the canvas of steel lies something beautiful. 


Unnoticed and without any inkling of its beauty by those with swift feet,

lies a pink flower.

And then my mind begins to conjure up thoughts of how it used to be.


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7 thoughts on “…along the concrete jungle…

  1. Often times, I think the same

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  2. One of my hearts just broke. Lucky I have a spare. 🙂
    How’s the view from your window these days, Laura?
    Kindness – Robert.

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    1. Oh no, Robert. So sorry to hear this. If I may ask…what’s going on?

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      1. Your poem.
        Deep emotions.
        Sorry to startle you. 😉

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  3. Wonderful…I feel the emotion of that flower. See this so often.

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    1. Makes a person think in many ways….


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