the forest explodes
a billion twinkly shadows
shades of green overlapping
and in the middle
the perfect most tiny
elegant little
flowers bloom in the
strangest places make you
feel more like yourself
has been searching the same
we just can't quite
find what
never existed except
if you can dream it
stops being real the moment
walking away
down that same path
is never the same as
time before
you moved differently
the wind tasted of a
different seasons
reminding
renewal is
even the most fragile
little flower
has deep roots.
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