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Oct 2017
I cultivate,
my wounds to transmute them
into a precious flower
tall and divine.

I tend to,
my sprouting experiences
to expand and blossom.

I catch,
the thunderous arrows
thrown at me
to forge them into shinning
steel monument of love.

I gather,
raindrops from eyes and turn it into gratitude pools
.
I cultivate and create
a responsible self strong
for everything I've been through.

I am blessed.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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