Garden and Gardener

January 28, 2020

It’s hard to bloom

Without any roots

So I am my own roots now

My own soil, my own water,

Look at this flower

These pigmented petals

The resilient reds

The strong stem

Eternally growing

I could have wilted

But instead I blossom

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