You are a bed of roses. You deserve the warmth of sun, the rejuvenation of water, the nourishment of earth.
To grow you in secret, would rob blooms the world is dying to see.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
