Life flower growing among rocks
Poetry

Life.

A sole battle constantly fought,
By brave fighters of immense worth.
Where some don’t last a round,
Some pass around till they last.
While some don’t get to take their gloves off.
For these ones,
Strength is not so much optional;
It is an obligation.
If the hay must see the rise,
If their light must see the day.

Day 9 of 100.

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