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Feel the breeze brush your seedlings
Not yet ready to scatter and conquer.
In 15 days they’ll be ready to go.
From tiny parachutes to big hang gliders
Small brown dots turn into white clouds
Stages seemingly passed overnight.
And when that gust of wind comes
Holding promises of new adventure
Let go of the tods and allow them to fly.
Find lands of unknowns spaces.
To root and grow into, so one day
They won’t be so scared to allow
Their own go the same way.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
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Feel the breeze brush your seedlings
Not yet ready to scatter and conquer.
In 15 days they’ll be ready to go.
From tiny parachutes to big hang gliders
Small brown dots turn into white clouds
Stages seemingly passed overnight.
And when that gust of wind comes
Holding promises of new adventure
Let go of the tods and allow them to fly.
Find lands of unknowns spaces.
To root and grow into, so one day
They won’t be so scared to allow
Their own go the same way.
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