I was a pretty little thing
A flower on a side walk
Full bloom
Lingering on what’s coming
Stem took away a song of hope
Three steps away
Across the street where you belong
The soil full of seeds and possibilities
Three steps away
Where I saw what I painted in my dream
Yet I stood still with all that I carried and cultivated
Alone but strongly
I knew enough to want more
Yet not enough to die and to be reborn
I am a pretty little thing
A flower on a side walk
Full bloom
Lingering on what’s coming
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