Poem 17


one of the first flowers to appear in the spring,

they last all through the heat of the summer,

and often hang tough through the chill of the first frost.

With their little faces,

pansies are a reflection of our soul…

they are survivors,

they witness so much,

and they always come back.


Eve Remillard


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