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Sep 2017
This flower has finally learned how to bloom.

It’s been buried below
forgotten by the world who created its tomb.

Life was a ghost town
When this flower needed help to sprout from the ground.

Now that’s it time to radiate
all the bees are starting to gravitate.

Come back another day bee to collect this honey.

Right now it's not my time to love.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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