–/07/13

Originally written for a friend, to whom I have given the earliest draft of this poem as a part of a birthday present.

This is not grand;
only a small bloom in a pot
on your windowsill.
Yet distinct,
it will flourish
and fall in love
with light that envelopes
from dawn to dusk.

This is not
something demanding
the attention of many;
only a small bloom in a pot
on your windowsill.
With a little water and love,
it will grow into
something feisty:
still small
but wild and beautiful.

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