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Seed falls to earth, held
by its mother, gaining strength
to grow roots and bloom.
Author's Note: Yes, I'm still writing Haiku. :)
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (1)
captures the essence of a seed's journey, from its humble beginnings to its triumphant bloom. nice to read..........💗💗💗