Flowers and Weeds


Her eyes are made to see what others choose not 

She never squirms when someone commits an innocent and foolish act

No blame – no darted arrows thrown out of spite

She sees only love, and who you are in color 

She thinks your true colors, are your best virtues — while others ridicule the real you 

She would pat your heart on the back, – if she could

There are no faults in her world 

Only lessons which teach one to simply be 

Flowers and weeds 

They are everywhere — mingled with one another

Yet, everywhere divided, and unsatisfied

By Elizabeth Mendiola

Copyright 2013


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