Through my eyes

A lone solider in a raging storm

Bending, twisting every which way

Growing stronger every passing day;

Learning how to survive amongst harsh weeds

If you look closely through the mist you might see;

The easy manner he reacts to everything

The single flower, in mist of weeds

Too busy growing tall and strong to notice;

The danger soon to come

Too busy fighting for the right to enjoy the sun

Enjoying singing in the rain when it appears

Perhaps you see vulnerability where I see strength

The way it sways with the wind like

A couple in love dancing tango for the last time

Showing no fear, no restraint

Nothing, but passion for the dance and love for one another

Can you feel it?

Where most have seen vulnerability

I have seen strength and respect  

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