A flower

A flower

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A foreign country engulfed her suddenly and seemed forever. In love, 

she imagined herself as a flower that sprouted again in the spring--

Only on a different soil. a flower that can bloom even bette

Than the previous time. because more shoots---

Tighter buds and thicker stems. Of course,

A previous life gave her this feeling of firmness---

A memory filling her with juices that moved confidently to the bud, 

Giving strength to bloom and hold even in a storm---

The new soil nourished roots with an unfamiliar 

Mixture of new sensations and pushed branches to the sun---

The rain watered in a foreign land and awakened new hopes, new dreams. 

Dewdrops on its petals reflected the new land---

Gradually becoming familiar and known. 

Day after day,the present became yesterday----

She realized that she is a flower 

though a flower of the tumbleweed. 

At the next wind the roots weakened----

And the plant was blown away. She could not resist.

Again a new land awaited her. New life and new hopes---

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--Tetyana 🌹

08.09.2020