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Every time she rains
A new flower rises up,
freed from the parched earth.
—-
Those tears are healing,
Washing the sadness away
for another one.
—-
He bottles her tears,
And then He uses them to
grow her a garden.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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