it's like Tupac's rose
that grew from concrete
blooming right before my eyes
silently
taking away my breath
tears
When you move
I lose myself
tears
When you move
ashes are taken
and traded for beauty
restoring
healing
sound
Beauty
tears
would fall from my eyes
if I could just cry a little easier
but they do fall
from my heart my tears fall
in awe of how you move
content in what you're doing
but deep down feeling the need for more
more of your moving
in places that are still broken and cracked
where only you
can bring a rose to grow
through the cracks of the concrete
tears
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