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1 poem·Since April 2018
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New Growth

April 10, 2018
There I laid, withering away. Predatory birds were circling their prey. One swooped down to have a taste. Before it could, a lion came with extreme haste. When He approached, He let out a mighty roar. The birds were frightened like never before. They flew off in search for their next meal. Thanks to the lion, I had a chance to heal. The lion carried me for a long way. Once the destination was reached, the lion laid me in soil to decay. After a while, a plant began to grow in my place. When fully grown, I had a beautiful face. I was renewed due to the lion's saving grace.
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