Grow - You whimpered flower -
Don't burrow deeper in the ground
And mull about considering the things to carry forward
Take me as the sun, and open up your face
Towards the sound of my voice.
Grow, and prove to this world that
You are a thing to obsessed over,
And to be coddled, to be lauded, to be revered
Let the morning's shower radiate
In its prismatic ways about your body.
Grow - You whimpered flower -
And prove to me my work was not in vain.
May 17, 23
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