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Lost / Poem

Seedlings planted in soil,

Bees prepared for pollen.

The promise of a rainy season.

Hope comes with each beginning,

This no exception.

Growing requires dedication.

But they bloomed too early,

Thinking it was spring.

Left yearning for sunlight, a drink.

You tried to make things right,

But nothing seemed to stick.

Is there a love you’ve missed?

They were overwatered,

Left in the shadows.

Awoke to morning frost.

They were never going to survive

An environment they weren’t made for.

Will you pay the cost?


Sarah xx

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