Reproducing

A Poem by Kara Knutson

I am the fragrant dried flower in Autumn.
I am the tree bark cracking with growth.
I am the cave, eroding in distance.

I am water ways flowing jagged in rock.
Finding individuality in clots.

Mutations are reality of development.

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Added on May 19, 2014
Last Updated on May 19, 2014

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