Face me toward the sun
Give me water
Watch me grow
Help me blossom under your care
Talk with me, tell me of your hopes and fears
Carbon dioxide love
Let me bloom
Poetry from the past and present
Poetry is not my forte, but they say creativity is about being vulnerable. So, here lies all that I am, and all that I ever was.
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