- Sep 11, 2006I will plant this seed in my hand
and let it grow beyond the tips of my fingernails
to branch out and touch the warm sun above me.
In winter nights, my blossoms will never wilt
or fall prey to the icy cut of the wind that blows.
I should never hunger
for my flowers will give to me their sweet nectar to taste.
As each petal slips down my throat,
they will grow vines down into my body,
releasing more of these plentiful flowers.
They will lay hold of my heart
to bathe it in luscious scents of floral;
rejuvenating me to love- more than I ever could.
I'll inhale once more to know all the secrets of nature
and to live each day for beauty's sake;
never to utter her blissful sound
and give of her hidden passion hidden deep in the bark of my body.
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