Persistence

Just like the persistence,
of the tiny miniscule seed,
seemingly dormant in the dirt,
but wild and robust deep inside,
never really still,
creating and growing all the time,
and then one fine day,
out of the smallest crack in the concrete,
shoots up one beautiful rose,
mayhaps a dandelion.
One perfect mesmerizing rose.
One breathtakingly beautiful dandelion.
A little piece of carbon,
refined by perseverance,
into a purest diamond.
Just like the persistence
of that tiny miniscule seed,
that little piece of carbon,
you too persist.
As long as you breathe dearest.
For there’s no other way to be.

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