GardeniasA Poem by Anna
You will grow out
of me eventually. You will fall asleep without saying goodnight. You will have your tea with a little lemon and not remember why. You will see all of the forests on stormy days, the sparrows and the yellow blooms, and they will be nothing more. You will know how to fly, still like a petal on the wind.
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