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23 january 2012

That Little Blossom

Delicate, fragile.
That little bud
Hiding from the temptations of the warm embrace
Of shimmering, sincere sun rays.
Waiting.

For the sweet, watermelon taste of rain-- refreshing.
For the echoing, soft whispers
Of the comforting, kind breeze.
Waiting.

Moonlight shines, revealing a hidden beauty.
And slowly; as the sun rises,
Her secrets. Unfold,
Stories untold - unheard.

And towards the sun, that little bud faces
Open to the world. Spreading in full bloom.
And proudly says: “This is Who I am.”






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