there is
nothing left
to worry about
the sun and her flowers are here
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
-one-
there is
nothing left
to worry about
the sun and her flowers are here
