Wilted and withered
Weathering the storm
Crushed beneath
The weight of time
A simple weed
Struggles to grow
A Weed
Wilted and withered
Weathering the storm
Crushed beneath
The weight of time
A simple weed
Struggles to grow
The Stories In Between 
A weed is just a flower in the wrong garden…
I really enjoyed this
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it.
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Welcome 😊
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Poignant but beautiful,
Raw and very true.
I liked this. 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading.
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You have expressed such a delicate idea so beautifully! 🙂
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 🙂
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I thought that would have gone in the other direction – how some weeds are so persistent that they weather all elements.
This version is of great pain and struggle, otherwise known as life.
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Thank you for the thoughtful comment.
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Simply Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Who ever we are
Our existence
Through time
Is our battle
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Exactly.
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This is simple yet beautiful
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Thank you very much for the kind words.
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What I like is that in spite of it being a weed, in spite of the storm, in spite of the pressure and the drought and the thin crack in the sidewalk and that damn lawnmower again and again…. it still continues the struggle.
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I wonder, is the persistence noble or sad.
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A little of both, really.
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Probably so.
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You are so wise. Loved your thought 🌸
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There’s more to weed… its ugliness is beautiful in its own way. Love the words, simple yet deep. The pic goes well with them, too.
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Thank you very much.
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I loved it!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Loved the alliteration. A weed need not be a symbol of the unwanted. It is a matter of perception. Does the weed have a choice not to grow? If it doesn’t, it has to continue with it’s struggles.
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Thank you very much.
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You are welcome.
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So beautiful and fragile 🙂
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Thank you.
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This is so subtle and very beautiful, I really liked it 😊
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I appreciate that, thank you very much.
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I really liked this poem! xo
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Thank you very much.
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As usual, very beautifully written♥️
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Thank you, I will be sure to check out your party.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Great alliteration with “W” consonant.
I wish weeds struggled to grow in my garden.
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I hear you, I spent most of today pulling weeds in my yard. I was pulling weeds the other day and that’s what inspired this.
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A lot said in a few words … wonderful!
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Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome.
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Superb, my friend. This speaks a lot!
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Thank you very much.
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😉
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A weed to some is a flower just waiting to be picked 😘 beautiful x
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True! Thank you for reading.
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Yes a weed is just another flower created to bother us yet it grows with no effort from us just natures love and the sun caressing it with warmth !! Great approach to a weed !!
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Very true! Thank you very much.
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You are welcome. I enjoyed your post.
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Great souls grow
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Yes, they do.
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