The palest of primroses pushes through the path
Reaching for the sunlight, emerging from the crack
Borne by unknown wind or bird, this seed dropped
Finding just enough earth to bring it to birth
Now it flowers bravely against the broken paves
Softness and vulnerability among hardness man-made
A million to one chance repeated ad-infinitum
The miracle of life itself
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In tracking through your quite prolific work, I am attracted to your lack of sentimentality, and your capacity to discretely, directly convey your meaning.
The very poetic description of the pale primrose, all the "p' sounds, were very pleasing.
Perhaps it would be good to have worked something more of this style into the poem at a later point?
Look forward to much more time with your other works. Thank you for all you do.
