Weeds are often lovely
Until they do their thing
Leaving thorns and thistles
To choke a living dream

Dreams are beautiful flowers
With fragrances and happy smiles
But they pass so very quickly
Ending when ugly sighs.

So would you choose between them?
Or is our emphasis wrong
As weeds and flowers both struggle
To bloom when they feel at home.

 

 

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