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Sep 2021
Run your fingers through
Feel the crumble
A smell of new growth
Pots filled just half,
not the most
We are humble
Now pick up a delicate,
seedling or plant,
hold it gently
It needs your care,
make a space,
softly put it into place,
a little push,
tuck around
Water sprinkle,
over the surround

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Universe Poems
Written by
Universe Poems  F/London
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