Delicate
A bud
I will talk to it
Help it grow with strong words
It will talk to me
Waving in the air
A language that feels
A leaf
It is strong
It is trustful
It feels my needs
And I know its
A petal
It feels truth
I know its truth
It is growing
As am I
A rose
Always there
I can reach it
It can feel me near
I talk to it
I feel it gently
It is strong
I won’t pluck it
Because I love you
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