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The gentle leaf curls in the sun
Extending a green hand towards the sky
It receives the rain with joyous reverence
And looks to the bee for love.


All of these poems, including the little one above,
are all at least a few years old, if not from college
and the one about Fireflies is from high school.


Grounded on the Girl


Last Words


My World


Is it ok?


Fireflies


Touch


Muck