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Floating petals of blue rain softly falling upon the dusty road of life Crying from on high to give the world a place of splendid softness Within the snap of a twig the rustle of a leaf it starts First the tiny tip breaking through to reach the mother sun Once found then with the strength of many it pushes up and out Life growning, knowing and dreaming of the time it will have when free Now it is so tall, so green, wild with life Shafts of loveliness for all to lay upon it's splendid softness... Robert Hayden Pursell Vote for this poem
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