White Flower
from the hardest soils
a with flower bursts
the most beautiful fragrant she coils
shattering the earth hardest crust
no matter how the storms shouts
no matter how the wind blows
there stands the white flower
with the greatest power
if the flower could talk
she would have said
"to the wild storms
and crazy winds,
you can't reach me
i'm peace
i'm the breath,
the breath of the tired aimless souls,
i'm peace
i'm goals
i will burst out everyday,
every year,
i have no fear
of raging nights, or darkest dawns
i'm the revolution
i'm the scream
i'm the collateral emotions
i'm the dream
I'm peace
and you can't stop me"
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