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It is a thing of delicate beauty,
This small violet flower
That sways on the slightest of breeze.
It endures the frost,
Revels in the sun,
Struggles in the wind
Yet remains beautiful.
I wish to hold it,
But fear stills my hand.
What if I crush it?
What if I scatter it's petals?
This thing of delicate beauty,
It can be destroyed by my slightest of actions.
I hesitate,
Uncertainty holding my heart.
I want to hold it,
To cradle it.
I reach down,
Scooping it from the earth,
I raise the flower,
To have it turn into a child in my arms.
Blissfully asleep,
The newborn yawns,
Stretches.
Uncertainty abandons me,
Fear flees with it.
I hold this delicate life,
This child of beauty,
Who endured much to be here.
Welcome,
My child.
This small violet flower
That sways on the slightest of breeze.
It endures the frost,
Revels in the sun,
Struggles in the wind
Yet remains beautiful.
I wish to hold it,
But fear stills my hand.
What if I crush it?
What if I scatter it's petals?
This thing of delicate beauty,
It can be destroyed by my slightest of actions.
I hesitate,
Uncertainty holding my heart.
I want to hold it,
To cradle it.
I reach down,
Scooping it from the earth,
I raise the flower,
To have it turn into a child in my arms.
Blissfully asleep,
The newborn yawns,
Stretches.
Uncertainty abandons me,
Fear flees with it.
I hold this delicate life,
This child of beauty,
Who endured much to be here.
Welcome,
My child.
Literature
...
what's the point of china, if it
never gets used. just sits on
the shelf, collecting dust.
that's all were good for
anyways,
the looks.
then we break.
[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,
but it's really poison .]
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
Literature
All Shall Recede
Sand Castles will succumb
To the tides of tomorrow,
And the dandelion’s seeds
Are at mercy to the winds.
The sea ice is melting,
Meanwhile forests fall.
In an eventual anomaly,
The Moon will break adrift.
Somehow and someday,
All will fade away.
Children break off from parents
Just as chicks will leave the nest.
Development of independence
Breeds beginnings and ends.
We grow old and decompose
In a relative nanosecond
In contrast to space time;
Fascinatingly frightful.
However strongly we wish to deny;
Eventually all must bid goodbye.
Departure is unfortunate,
Regretful yet required.
Life is forged from greetings
Then propelled by fa
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Ever held a child, a newborn, in your arms? You can't help but be scared at first, to worry you might drop it or worse. But once you take that leap and take them into your arms, it is a feeling unlike any.
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Oh, yes. I love holding babies. The feeling is unlike any other and to see that innocent smile makes everything better.