Blades of grass tear through my throat,
Down to my lungs,
I am nothing if not rooted to the ground,
I shake my tree to bear fruit to a barren wasteland,
I fool my body to fertilize the garden,
For every seed I sow,
I make this world more beautiful,
If only for a moment,
There’s a special kind of sadness that seems to come with Spring,
At least that’s what I whisper to myself at night
I would like to thank you for the efforts you’ve put in writing this site.
I’m hoping to view the same high-grade blog posts from you in the future as well.
In fact, your creative writing abilities has inspired me to get my own website now 😉
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Thanks! That means so much to me!
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