On the other side of the fence it grows

On the other side of the fence it grows

out of the reach of my hand & nose

free to be as lovely as it intends

free to be with its flower friends

Not to be killed inside this cage

such enchantments would be a waste

Never seen such a blue, defying hate

just by existing

fed by the sun it feeds my being

sometimes being happy feels like treason

your petals offer one more reason

to not break down or fold so easy

life would be such a cake

the day I awake

on the same side as my friends

we’ll both rise up in defiance

on that day

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