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Poetry: Nurture and Nourish


You plant the buds inside me,

and flowers slowly rise,

dripping with honey and grace,

bursting with knowledge lasting generations.

You cultivate those dreams that spring up inside me.

You pollinate and bless each 

and every aspiration, cradling them

until they bear their own seeds to be

swept away by the wind. They land in some

lucky field. Rich grass gets to behold

the fruit of our labors, some other

hands get to rock our legacy 

back and forth.

Mya R

Hi! I'm an aspiring writer who loves her craft! My hobbies include reading, writing, sewing, watching TV (including kdrama and anime), and learning new languages.

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