Beetles, bravery and brotherhood
This is a "ramble" blog post, it's sort of like a public journal with less structured and more experimental (read: bad) writing. Don't take it too seriously.
Let the beetles beat their drums
Waves reflecting off the sun
Yet, the war has just begun
Previously potted plant, shards everywhere
Uprooted but far from death,
A survivor, stronger than ever
Mint never gave up.
Twelve or more weeks later, disremembered
Gone forever but not forgotten
Brother, who would you have been?
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