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Desert Blooms. Image Copyright: Pacific Crest Stock

With the falling tears,
From the cracks and scars,
From a bleeding soul,
Drowning in sorrow,
She makes daisies grow.

With the saddest parts,
From the dying heart,
Her youthful charm,
Bringing joy out of sorrow,
She makes roses grow.

When she smiles
Storms clears for miles,
My heart grows fond,
And the earth respond,
With blooms in desert sand.

Cheers!
-Hammett-