Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if i could understand
what you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Sonnet 18
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The flower is pretty but the root is ugly. But you need to pluck it all or the beauty will be temporary as it will die without it's root...
Hey man. It's me: Brian from LKW. Cool poem you posted up. It really makes a lot of sense how humanity tries to figure out nature. At times they actually go the wrong way and actually destroying it. I guess we have long way before we can actually get the full idea.
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