Bleeding Roots
A flower unjustly torn out of the earth,
my roots are bleeding everywhere.
Part of me is still left in the ground
from where I was plucked.
I was just beginning to spread my roots,
just making myself at home.
I'm bleeding.
My roots, my connections to the Earth are severed.
Take me back home.
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