Precious Seeds
A prose poem about my desire to value and love people for who they are
Every shrub’s been gardened on each lawn we pass by. Every conifer’s been nourished with love, dedication, sensitivity and generosity. Every sapling deserves to bloom. Seeds come in all sizes, shapes, colours, flavours and scents. Different seeds are planted for different purposes. Whether a seed is deformed or abnormally pigmented, I’ll adore them as much as adoring a thousand roses. I’ll purchase them with caring hands and an open heart. I’ll treasure them with passion and for as long as I wish.
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Talia Devora
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