Blossom

August 1, 2009 Azadeh
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To blossom, I need fresh air.
To rise, I need a hand.

A warm hand to hold,
A reason to blossom.

My inner bud is blooming,
God! help me, I am glooming.

Send me a warm hand, a reason, and fresh air.

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One Comment Add your own

  • 1. Biswajit Dash  |  August 20, 2009 at 7:41 pm

    This poem is amazing! very short, direct and touching…The warm hand is around you.


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