LORAN
- Jul 24, 2019
- 1 min read

Bloom

Imagine if the flower

Never bloomed because it knew

That it would come to wither

In the days after it grew

The beauty of its being

Not a soul would ever know

You are very much the same

Do not die before you grow

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