I Can See
Tiny flowers
sprout in hours
after showers
from spring’s rain fall
On rows of white
the sun casts light
till day meets night
when the owl calls
My garden sleeps
the willows weep
till the sun creeps
and babies crawl
Upon dews tears
they lose their fears
sweet little dears
like flowers small
By Lorraine Stark
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