Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life

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the world becomes less cruel

i walk
through the
wide and
bright field
of petunias,
sweating under
the gaze of
april's sun

as i run
my fingers
gently over
their fragile
petals,
they quickly
freshen themselves
and the
fragrance spreading
from their cores
caress my senses
to return
my gentleness