Looking for roots in fertile earth
all is sand and dust.
searching for an oasis.
Somewhere roots can be laid anew
nourishment can be afforded,
Sun can smile.
She was never a rose to begin with
delicate but jaded
bound to self destruct
just a tired ol’ eggplant
trying to find her way
Re blogged this poem I found whilst going through my blogging archives. This is my entry into one shot Wednesday at one stop poetry today 😉 Where’s yours?