One Yellow Pansy

I looked out my window

On a dark April evening

And my heart lifted up.

 

One

Yellow 

Pansy

Had bloomed,

 

Had pushed through the dirt without any sun

Had lasted the winter without any care,

The smallest yellow pansy

 

Had bloomed

On its own.

And it was ok.

And I was ok.

And we were both ok.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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