Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

flowering

soil warms up the rain
sun tugs at roots
painfully breaking free
from dirt once heavy on
shoulders, face, eyes
blinking, blooming into
gems, staring into the sunlight


© Tiny Fawns, 2018

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