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Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
your tiny breaths
are like love songs
to my heart
Poem for my daughter as I watch and listen to her nap.
They say the grass is greener on the other side
I could say that's true..
but my grass, in my lawn
is as green as the lush forest
soft as moss
fragrant as the rose
sweet as honeysuckle

My across the street neighbor's
theirs is brown
desolate as the desert
rough to bare feet as rocks
stagnant as a dead pond
The grass may be greener on the other side
not theirs though
someone else's maybe
*but not as green as mine
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