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* "I look, but I cannot see..."
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2003 I look
but I cannot see what you see
for these plants that
creep up through the cracks
reach out to the sun
with their heads held high
and their leaves dancing in the wind
they speak to me not of abandonment
but of the tenacity of life.
this place speaks to me not of sadness
but of a wild, stubborn joy
where plants can be free to grow unhindered
and where stones can feel free to leap from their place
It is a place where Life can feel free to dance,
unconcerned by the changes society thinks it can impose.
