Grown

Walk,

Stumble, bend,

Crack, break, trip.

 

Swollen hearts shatter.

The whispers grow bigger, louder.

Never silent, always wild.

 

A rose snaps in the wind.

The storm quiets,

So very quiet.

 

Beneath the soil,

A youth arises,

Thick and strong.

 

It grows annual,

Changing, 

Like the sea.

 

It spreads,

Dropping its love everywhere it traces.

Leaving its footprint.

 

It welcomes the birds, 

Bugs, and fellows alike.

It waves for the start of new hope.

 

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