a little girl chose me from the crowded ground
she gave me a tiny flower
as her little sister sang a pop song about a universe
no doubt a gift from the great beyond
to wash away the midnight in my heart
crowded ground
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
words less spoken 
I love the last line especially!
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thank you friend xo
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Beautiful, especially the last line. ❤️
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thank you friend xo
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My pleasure, MB!
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May that song always be there for you when you need; and it will be for others, as you’ve put it out here for us. And to say, excellent write!
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thank you dear friend xo
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Good One.
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