“Don’t be a pansy”
People say to playfully
Shame each other for weakness.
But pansies
And their viola sisters
Survive snow, hail, and winter.
They bud in the gales of March
And bloom in the cool rains of April.
They thrive,
Shrugging at the judgment
Fools throw.
Be a pansy.
Survive while your neighbors sleep.
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Beautiful, sister! 🌺
Thank you, sister! 🌸