it was you
who pulled back
winter's thick duvet
and introduced me
to spring
still slumbering
you took me outside
and set me in the soil
to take root
in the now
the everyday
and then your memories
and when you saw
a face appear
the harvest began
now
when I sing
to the sky
or talk to the rain
I am more delicate
than before
you never know
who might be listening
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