Poetry Prompt: Time to Grow
- lenleatherwood
- May 15, 2012
- 1 min read
I have time to grow To push past my fear like a green stalk slender and fresh pushing up and out of the soil straight to find the Sun And I have time to smile and touch my hair And dance down the stairs like a gypsy wearing earrings and a red skirt Down I go to find where others wait with feet poised for fun
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