How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row...
Monday, December 17, 2012
Metaphor for Feeling
Just when I thought hope was dying.
Just when "The End" looked so near.
The beginning of something new starts to sprout.
Emerging from a broken shell towards the sky.
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