Blossom

You are the tiniest blossom

blossomed

inside of me
 

Your roots so deep

in the dark recesses

of the soul

 

You are the blossoming 

of a new season

an entirely new spring

 

Your mystery so inscrutable 

in the dome of the sky.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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