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Blanka Teresa
F
lisiuk's
C
hildhood Poetry
it's only life
PERSEVERENCE
Flowers that everyone else thinks are weeds
Grow from the most tenacious seeds

Silent gifts that someone needs
Unrecognized as thankless deeds
Are the morning’s wet dew beads
Fleeting jewels that no one heeds

Flowers that everyone else thinks are weeds
Grow from the most productive seeds

Lazy people that a poor man feeds
Gorging as the strong one bleeds
So every hatred that hatred breeds
Only stops when beauty leads

2006
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