Touray

smeltering heat rises off a frustrated brow,
defeated again, drowned in unbelief,
because he refused, and still refuses to believe,
that flowers can grow beautifully,
without careful gardening,
without social cultivation,
without a heavy dose of fertilizer

He’s been taught to believe,
that natural is wild,
and weeds must be plucked up
beauty is decietful, He says
forgetting
constantly about the ash,

It is possible,
To the doubter,
It is possible,
To those who disbelieve,
It is possible,
to the mockers,
It is possible,
to those who decieve,
That God makes things beautiful,
With no help from human beings!

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