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A Silent Sigh

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Alone, it flew and flew,
For a very long time,
Until at last, she settled down.

As a seed, it waited,
For water to feed her,
For the soil to coax her.

The first of many grew.
Alas! She broke her casing,
And sprouted one of the many changes, awaited.

Tender leaves appeared.
Winding her way through,
Standing upright as she should.

Roots stretched deep, far.
Firm holding, self defence,
She began to protect and shield all she had.

The fruit was emerging,
Ugly it was, non-appealing.
She quivered and shook, but still hung on.

Something was different.
Something was odd.
Odd as it seems, no one but the gardener bothered.

Smile, stretched upon the face of many.
The fruit was forsaken, for the flower that blossomed.
Tired but relieved, she smiled a sigh.

3:22 AM she's got style

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