Crippled Flower

Let’s just say this crippled flower Did not know it was lacking at all It just bloomed into it’s power It saw it’s colors, believed, this is my call
And let's say this was me, or perhaps, imagine this was you We all are different, unique I know nothing beyond Jesus loves me and less about how much Jesus loves you…
Words and Art PatsyP.

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It is too lovely to be called a crippled flower in my opinion. I would name it the explosive bloom which better suits the beautiful booms of colours. I almost missed the cute little guy down there!