A cactus in the desert
is uglier than a flower in a greenhouse.
Not as green,
not as fragrant either,
and the thorns clinging to it all over
make it less refined too.
Still,
it cuts into its own flesh
to offer a slightly lighter day to keep going on .
A small heart-red hope .
To that ordinary daily life..
to those ordinary people.
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