Clouds through their shadows
Over lines of new life,
And I feel impatient And strangely personified,
Hoping they'd spring forth fully formed.
Hiding in shadows Cast by the tall sunflowers,
Unwilling to be seen With dirt on my hands,
But hoping, Still hoping to be found.
Watching the frail steams
Put forth their brand new leaves,
And I find a love for them In their honest weakness,
And maybe you feel the same For me to.
I will go plant little flowers.
I am seen I am known.
I will go plant little flower

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