Verde Corazon

fern

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my sleeping fingers hear night rain

they sweep wide 

opening a window

my waking skin is dampened

smelling wakened soil

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my blood is pulsing

melting runoff

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breathing it all in

deep as my lungs will take it

  tender buds

unfurl in my brain

without thought

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full to bursting

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photo: nezartdesign

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