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Seeds

She looked over at him,
her gentle eyes projected a tender and fragile heart,
"Maybe it's time that you stop looking for the storm,
enjoy the sun,
and handle the rain when it comes to feed the flowers"
He was humbled by her seeds of perseverance,
and allowed the words to take root in his soul.

"Let them grow, let them live, let them love."
Written by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
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