Brick house weeds

July 22, 2015

We are interconnected twines

Although we do not come from the same root

But when the rain falls on you

It waters me too

If there is

One thing I ask

It is

That you do not block my sunlight

Your leaves will fall

And down they will go

Fear not

We will create a solid ground together

We will push away our fears

And we will bloom up to the top

Of this dark, dark

Brick house.

-m.c.-

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