(To Frank)
Sitting outside in the morning sun looking at the green grass sparkling with dew after last night rain
I see the little cherry blossoms still open and lovely, they did not fall in the strong wind and the storm's fury.
I want to be like them. I want to stand against life's fury like their delicate petals, hold the morning dew, fresh and perfect in their natural glory.
I want to be kissed by the morning dew and glow in the sun without fear knowing that my natural beauty stands even after the wind of heartache and the rain of lies and deceit falls all around me.
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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