My Poetry
Friday, May 13, 2016
Nature's Garden
Underneath the roots, the beauty stems.
What grows is planted.
I was born with dirt in my nails, pigments of spring in my eyes—
Existing in nature's garden, cultivating life into the earth with my hands...
It's poetry.
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