The Blooming of Morning Glory
Come little sleepy flower
Buried beneath that horrid tower
Of tainted dirt and words of hate
Climb now over that prison gate
Find your freedom in clean pure air
Let the seeds of love plant you where
You will grow and bloom and thrive
Through the storms you have survived
So turn your face up to the sun
Open your petals one by one
Show your beauty found within
While the healing graces mend
And then the world will surely know
The Morning Glory of your soul.
Kathy Lockhart
4/27/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-04-28 at 04:11
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