A Mulberry Tree and a Park Bench
There is a mulberry tree and a park bench. I sit with a flower in my lap and watch as you pretend not to notice me. Some days
you sit next to me on the park bench and you inch closer, and we both blush at the chance of meeting again. But here we are on the park bench with the mulberry tree all because you did notice me.
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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
