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Poem: Seedling

Seedling




Seedling,
almost forgotten,
given up on,
pushes through the soil
in its corner of the dark and wet garden,
pale green in the morning light.

Life reaches upward.

Will you grow, seedling
and sprout seeds of your own?
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