It unfolds itself
and a light is cast
folding open petals
a bloom born
blossom's sweet scent
dancing along the spring air
Little brittle thing
to come alive so delicately
contract and expand
vitally flowing fluid
a pulse
impulse
Sunken low roots
surreptitiously coiled
it was that time
of foolish endeavour
a sinking and swelling
bitter sweet infatuation
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