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Growth
It doesn't need to rain today,
The soil is moistened well enough,
By the drops
that glide gently down her face,
Finding home,
In the depths below,
Bringing hope to a tiny seed,
as gently as a bird landing in a willow tree.
As needed as
the wind that blows:
A brand new breath
feels her lungs,
She holds it close...then lets it go.
The sprouting of a new life has begun.
The soil is moistened well enough,
By the drops
that glide gently down her face,
Finding home,
In the depths below,
Bringing hope to a tiny seed,
as gently as a bird landing in a willow tree.
As needed as
the wind that blows:
A brand new breath
feels her lungs,
She holds it close...then lets it go.
The sprouting of a new life has begun.
Published 12th Mar 2023
| Edited 11th Apr 2023
Author's Note
To all the beautiful poets, the empaths, and those who are in the depths of despair and misplaced hope:
Let your tears water your growth, don't give up today.
😔
Let your tears water your growth, don't give up today.
😔
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12th Mar 2023 11:31pm
13th Mar 2023 7:58am
Dear PS,
This write, for me, lends itself to the idea of the circle of life. Nothing is without purpose in generating the new.
I enjoyed the delicacy of this piece, like a written hug. H🌷
This write, for me, lends itself to the idea of the circle of life. Nothing is without purpose in generating the new.
I enjoyed the delicacy of this piece, like a written hug. H🌷
