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My Flowers of my Soul

On that very day I laid in bed subconsciously knowing my blooming flower was ready to sprout from within my V of beauty. Cramp after cramp; tension from my head to toes to deliver this flower of my soul. After hours of gracious pain, I ran a warm bath to soothe my internal and external self. Ah, the water is warm, but cools every inch of pain as I performed the cat dog yoga position. Every ten minutes turned into every seven minutes. Every seven minutes turned into every five minutes. At last three to four turned into one to two minutes. The late night very early morning to go see nature's human form helper to deliver my seed that will see the light of Earth. I placed my Bob Marley into play as my midwife runs the Jacuzzi. My helpers are there to assist the process of life. I think..."Contract my V, release him to flourish strong and beautiful." After pushing the hardest seven pound nine ounce joyous rose I could possibly look at. There I sat in my insides tired, but very relieved. I managed to bring a flower of my soul to experience the mortal living on an oxygen needing planet called, EARTH.