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Support from the soil,
Desire to reach the sun first,
What makes a tree grow?
Eager snowflakes fall
Happily dancing on wind
Melting once they land
Smoke rises like clouds
Ripe leaves, dark as the night sky
Ashes fall like rain
Years later I still struggle with the loss of the friend who introduced me to the world of cigar smoking
A proud mother's push
Wings spreading to catch the breeze,
a baby grounded
Oh door to nowhere,
How is your handle so worn
Yet you're out of reach
I'm trying to bloom
Water, nutrients, and light
I watch others grow
Is it a swan song?
Plea for help, etched on a bench
Carved into my mind
Somewhere unimportant there sits a vandalized bench. Etched into it, "I WILL REMAIN".  I hope you have, stranger
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