"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."
- e.e. cummings
I have sprouted like a wildflower
in a summer patch of green,
stretching tall in the happy sun.
I have wilted and drooped,
a sad, forgotten weed in the
midst of a dry, lonely winter.
And I have shriveled to dust,
a speck in the breeze that carries
away what is left of me.
And still I remain - weed and wildflower,
ash and seed, underfoot and in the air
as you breathe in a lung full of hope and promise.
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Nov PAD #8 - talk back to a dead poet
words that move me. beautifully written
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