My mother planted ancient seeds,
in garden beds surrounding me.

She hummed a sunny melody,
while placing them so tendlerly.

She showered them in sunlight beams,
& all the things that clouds can dream.

She caught the wind of willow trees,
& sprinkled wisdom from the breeze.

𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀.
A thousand hearts she gave to me.

With mirrors grown upon the leaves,
𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.


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