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Jan 2023
I sit on a sill
Reaching for sun
She waters my leaves
A relaxing sensation

I sing a calm song
A youthful note
Small and strong
A gentle growth

I sit here still
Reaching for sun
She waters my leaves
Rejuvenating liberation

I try for patience
Growing up
Forever
Slowly
Until

Fresh fruit bear free
Slow and steady
Written by
coffeegirl  22/F/Loveland, CO
(22/F/Loveland, CO)   
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